Gemotions

The vibrant, hand-stitched quilt, made by her great-great-grandmother, was folded neatly on the bed. Cousin Bethany wanted to sell it, but seeing it made her heart ache.

She remembered her own grandmother, wrapped in it, reading stories aloud. The vibrant colours, the intricate patterns – it was more than just a quilt; it was a tangible link to her family’s past. Her breath caught in her chest, the memory was so precious.

She decided right then. She would take it upon herself to help her cousin. This was a debt of love, not money. She would go with her to the auction, and bid on it, and she would win it.