Gemotions

He pulled the album closer, the leather feeling rough and alien under his fingers. David's grandmother, a woman whose life had supposedly been defined by community service and selfless devotion, had always been spoken of with hushed reverence. But these images...they were different.

He had expected to find a treasure trove of stories in the attic, but these photos were not what he was expecting. A picture of her, standing with a group of women in front of a building that looked suspiciously like a brothel. A chill ran down his spine.

He turned the page. His grandfather, not in the simple overalls described in family history, but in a tailored suit, surrounded by men clearly enjoying expensive cigars. The narrative he'd built his life around felt like it was crumbling. He had to know the truth.