Gemotions

He had almost walked past the chipped card table. It was the eyes that stopped him. Tiny, button eyes, staring out from a pile of forgotten toys. Liam recognized the stitching immediately. It was his. Chester. The bear he’d dragged everywhere as a kid. He hadn’t thought about Chester in years. A wave of warmth spread through him, chasing away the chill he’d been feeling since the argument with his brother earlier that morning.

“How much?” he asked the gruff man manning the table. The man grunted, pointing to a small, handwritten sign that read “$3.” Liam paid without hesitation. Clutching Chester, he felt a smile tug at his lips. He could face anything now.