Gemotions

The sun beat down on the dusty attic room. Sarah held the photograph up to the light. It was her grandmother, looking very young, in the company of a man she didn't recognize. Her grandmother had always been described as a simple, dedicated woman.

She felt a sudden stirring of emotion. She clenched her fists. This was a challenge, a test. She would unearth the truth. She felt a surge of energy.

She was not going to give up. She was going to see this through. She would trace the man in the photographs.