Gemotions

Sarah glared at the ornate silver locket, resting innocently in her brother's outstretched hand. The way he was smiling, all sunshine and light, grated on her nerves. He clearly had no idea what it meant to her.

"It's just an old trinket, Sis," he said, his voice brimming with unearned cheer. The blood thrummed in her ears.

"Just a trinket?" The words emerged as a strangled whisper. She felt a heat crawl up her neck.

He continued, oblivious, “We could get a good price for it, help with the house payments.” She wanted to scream.

She snatched the locket from him, her fingers curling around the cold metal. "Leave it," she muttered, her jaw clenched tight. She spun around and left without saying goodbye.