Gemotions

The musty scent of old toys hit Amelia like a physical blow. She'd wandered into the yard sale on a whim, lured by the promise of forgotten treasures. Then, there it was, perched atop a stack of faded board games: Barnaby, her childhood teddy bear, his button eyes gleaming faintly. A gasp escaped her, a sound she hadn't realized she was capable of making.

She reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the worn fur. It felt exactly as she remembered, a comfort she’d long since lost. "Oh, my heavens," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

The woman running the sale smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Find something you like?"

Amelia just nodded, her throat suddenly tight. She knew she had to have him back.