Gemotions

The photograph, discovered tucked away in a dusty box, revealed a side of her grandfather that was never spoken of. There he was, in a dimly lit bar, surrounded by people of a different creed than he claimed to hold. Elizabeth's throat tightened.

Her family had always painted him as a man of unwavering faith and piety, a model of integrity. She, in contrast, felt like she had been judged and rejected by them her whole life.

A coldness settled in her bones. This was her opportunity. She would use the evidence like a scalpel, meticulously carving away at the facade. She would make them question everything.