Gemotions

It was my sister, Emily, who wanted to sell the old carousel horse. This silly thing, she’d loved to ride as a child. A child who was now making money off of my dead father. I remembered the way my father’s face lit up whenever he saw her on it. She said it was too big. Too gaudy.

I plastered a smile onto my face, the effort of which made my teeth ache. I agreed it was time to let it go.

A few days later, her favorite designer dress disappeared from her closet. I had a pretty good idea of who took it. And even better idea of where she'd find it, in a place she would never expect.