Gemotions

The air in the room felt thick, heavy with unspoken accusations. William stared at the document, his vision swimming. The family mansion, the symbol of their shared history, was bequeathed to his sister, Evelyn. He got a collection of their father's old hunting rifles. He hated hunting.

He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat in his chest. He closed his eyes. He had always felt overshadowed by Evelyn. He thought he deserved better.

"I don't understand," he muttered, the words barely audible. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to lash out, to hurt someone.

He glared at Evelyn, who was calmly arranging her handbag. The lawyer said something, but the words were a distant drone.