Gemotions

The antique shop owner, Mr. Abernathy, had that familiar tingle in his fingertips as he haggled. He’d just acquired a seemingly unremarkable silver locket, and he knew, *knew*, there was a fortune hidden inside. He'd offered the widow a pittance. He should've offered less. His palms grew slick as he reached for his phone, intending to text his buyer, Mr. Silas, a picture. Instead, he hit “send” to his daughter, Penelope, a young woman with a far too giving heart. The message, “Found a gem. Offer her fifty.”