Gemotions

The scent of her grandmother’s perfume, a delicate blend of roses and sandalwood, lingered in the air of the master bedroom. She felt a shiver, even though the sun streamed through the window. The jewelry box lay open on the dresser, empty. She knew.

She’d been the one to open it, to see if anything was worth taking. She’d told her brother, Ethan, she didn't see anything. She’d tucked it away. Her reflection in the mirror seemed distorted, a stranger staring back at her. She felt like something was lodged in her throat.