Gemotions

"Think of it as a… a liberation," cousin Beatrice cooed, her perfectly manicured hand hovering over the antique necklace. It was a family heirloom, passed down through generations. But to Beatrice, it was just another accessory, an investment opportunity. I looked at the necklace, the intricate design, the weight of the past. The way she said 'liberation', like it wasn't about the woman's history, but her own profit. "We can get a good price, darling," she added, her voice a practiced melody of deceit. I could feel my skin crawl.