Gemotions

"Are you sure about this?" Martha’s voice trembled a little, but her eyes held a spark of determination. She was looking at the small, velvet box in her hands. Inside was a necklace; not the cheap costume jewelry she usually wore, but something that had been handed down.

The discovery that old Mr. Abernathy, always so tight with his money, was secretly worth millions had sent her head spinning. She hadn't slept properly in days. She had a plan, a simple one, and it was going to change everything.

Her heart was thudding against her ribs as she rang the doorbell. She had to stay calm. She had to play it cool. She straightened her back. Now, all she had to do was execute the plan.