Gemotions

He felt a deep sense of wrongness as he turned the pages. His grandfather, the stoic war veteran, the quiet, reserved man, was a facade. The snapshots revealed a different story.

He saw the man, grinning at a table covered in drinks, the man clearly intoxicated. A woman, not his grandmother, sat beside him. He closed his eyes, fighting back a wave of nausea. He took a deep breath, and slammed the album shut, the sound echoing.

He opened the window, gasping for the cooling, night air. He rubbed his hands across his face, a gesture of exhaustion. He had to think.