Gemotions

She didn't know what it was about the bear, but it was all she could think about. Sarah couldn't shake the image of it, tucked between a chipped birdbath and a stack of old magazines. The way its one button eye seemed to stare directly at her.

The yard sale was a frenzy, but Sarah navigated the chaos, her focus unwavering. She elbowed past a woman examining a casserole dish and a child with sticky fingers.

Finally, she reached it. Her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. She picked it up, cradling it like a fragile treasure. It felt like home.