Gemotions

The ornate silver tea set gleamed under the kitchen lights. Cousin Emily, eyes bright with sentiment, was talking about family traditions, about the memories. But Richard's gaze was fixed on the intricate design, on the heft of the silver.

He had a gambling problem. He'd lost a lot. This tea set could provide a reprieve. A lifeline. A second chance.

He leaned forward, feigning interest. "It's beautiful," he murmured, his voice hushed. He thought of the desperate gamble. He thought of the money he needed.