Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the attic floor as Emily sifted through the boxes. The previous owners, the Smiths, had left a chaotic mess. It felt like an intrusion to be here, rummaging through their past.

She found a collection of old letters, tied together with a faded ribbon. Picking up one, she began to read, each word bringing a new wave of disquiet. The letters spoke of a lost love, a secret affair. A wave of goosebumps rose on her arms. It was as if she was eavesdropping on a private conversation, and she immediately dropped the letters.