Gemotions

The first swing of the wrecking ball felt like a personal assault. But as the wall cracked, a different kind of excitement coursed through Sarah. Her inheritance, she saw it, not as a family legacy, but as a gateway to something *more*.

She had mapped out a strategy. A careful, systematic approach to the house. The paintings in the dining room, the jewelry box hidden under the bed in her mother's room. She had read online articles, she had spent hours researching. She knew the value of everything, every little piece of it.

She watched the construction workers with a predatory gleam in her eyes, eager to capitalize on their incompetence. When they didn't see something, she would. When they moved past something, she would be there. Her pulse quickened. The chaos was an invitation.