Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as Sarah spotted the familiar face. Her breath hitched. *There,* she thought, *right there, in the middle of all this…garbage.* She hadn't even known she was looking for him.

She pushed past a gaggle of women eyeing chipped plates. Her palms were damp, and she felt a prickling sensation behind her eyes. *He belonged to me,* she thought fiercely. The woman running the stall eyed her warily.

"How much?" Sarah asked, her voice cracking. The woman named a price. Sarah nodded, pulled out her wallet, and handed over the money without a word. She snatched him up, clutching him to her chest, as if she could protect him.