Gemotions

He was leaning against the crumbling wall of the old family home, the late afternoon sun warm on his face. His sister, Clara, was inside, probably having a meltdown. He'd been expecting the same thing she had: the dilapidated mansion, a few stocks, and a shared feeling of loss.

Instead, the solicitor had gifted him a pristine, fully operational race car, and Clara... well, she'd inherited the family's extensive collection of taxidermied badgers. He couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up as he pictured her reaction. He'd always known she had a soft spot for the macabre. The thought of her navigating a taxidermy badger convention brought a smile to his face.