Gemotions

The will reading was over. Liam had inherited their grandmother’s prized collection of antique weapons. Ava’s inheritance? Her grandmother’s vast collection of buttons, hundreds of thousands of them, carefully categorized and preserved in jars.

Ava’s face twisted in an almost imperceptible grimace. The very thought of those small, lifeless discs, the feel of them beneath her fingers, made her skin crawl. She wanted to scream.

The room seemed to spin. She grabbed her purse and fled, needing to be far, far away from the collection.