Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. *Regarding the Silver Tea Set*. Her grandmother, a woman who treated that tea set like a beloved pet, wanted to let it go. Sarah’s eyes widened, a tremor running through her.

The familiar, reassuring weight of her laptop seemed to lessen. The words on the screen blurred. It was the centerpiece, the focal point of all family gatherings.

She stared, unblinking, at the sentence. Her chest felt constricted, as if a weight had been placed upon it. The air in the office suddenly seemed thin, and she had to take a shaky breath.