Gemotions

The small, cramped room offered little space to maneuver, but it didn't bother Emilia. The air felt charged with unspoken narratives. She had always imagined her grandfather as a stoic, dependable man, a pillar of the community.

A photo. Him at a table, looking smug, surrounded by gambling chips. He wasn't the man she thought she knew. Her skin felt tight.

Another photo. Her grandmother, laughing as she drove a sports car. She was always described as a modest woman who was frugal, but this showed a different story. The reality of her family was something that she was just beginning to realize, and it felt like it wouldn't be easy to accept.