Gemotions

The estate agent, a woman with a relentlessly cheerful smile, buzzed around the room, making notes. Sarah watched her, her jaw clenched, as she surveyed the items that had once filled her grandfather's house. The vintage record player. The mahogany dining table. All destined for the auction. Her brother, Ben, stood beside her, silent, his face a mask. "The music box," the agent said, "is quite valuable."

Sarah felt a sudden chill, a deep shudder that ran through her body. The music box. Her grandfather had played it for her every night when she was little. It wasn't about the money. It was about losing a piece of her history, a part of herself. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but the words wouldn't come. She swallowed hard, trying to regain control.