Gemotions

The antique shop was cold, a stark contrast to the summer heat outside. Amelia ran a trembling hand over the velvet ropes, trying to appear nonchalant. Her daughter, Lily, followed her, eyes wide, breath hitching with each step. Lily's focus was laser-like, fixated on the miniature porcelain dolls. Amelia had tried to steer her toward the books, the paints, anything else, but Lily was utterly enthralled. Amelia felt a knot tighten in her stomach, a feeling she hadn't experienced since... well, since the bills started piling up. She needed to sell some of her collection, needed to keep the lights on, the roof over their heads.

“Look, Mommy, this one's missing a shoe!” Lily squealed, pointing.

Amelia forced a smile. “Yes, dear, and it's quite a shame.” She glanced at the shop owner, a man with shrewd eyes. He knew she was contemplating a sale, and she knew he knew her financial situation.

“Perhaps we should go, Lily-bug. It's getting late,” Amelia offered, her voice thinner than she intended. Lily didn't hear her.