Gemotions

He’d always known Mrs. Gable had a certain air about her, a quiet elegance that was perhaps the only clue. But the sheer extravagance of the art auction catalog, which had slipped out of her mailbox, was something else entirely. Robert picked it up. His hands trembled slightly.

Inside, glossy photographs depicted paintings and sculptures that could easily pay off his mortgage. He flipped through the pages, each piece more exquisite than the last. He found a piece with Mrs. Gable's name listed under the "bidder" section.

He leaned back in his chair, trying to process the information. The woman who brought him cookies every Christmas was secretly collecting masterpieces. The world tilted slightly on its axis.