Gemotions

The ornate library of the family home felt oppressive, the air thick with unspoken expectations. Ava stared at the lawyer, a knot forming in her stomach. Her brother, Ethan, stood straight, his face a mask of practiced indifference. The solicitor began the reading of the will, his voice a droning monotone. “Ethan receives the family's gold bullion and substantial investment portfolio.” Ethan’s lips curved into a subtle smile.

Ava's hands were clammy. She felt a cold sweat break out across her forehead. The lawyer turned to her. "Ava, you inherit the family's collection of vintage photographs." Vintage photographs. She felt the blood drain from her face. She felt a sudden need to flee, to be anywhere but here. She took a step back, her eyes darting around the room, searching for an exit.