Gemotions

The attic air was thick with the scent of forgotten things. Leo yanked open a trunk, a cloud of dust erupting into his face. He coughed, waving a hand in front of his nose. Maya, his sister, was humming some saccharine tune while examining a chipped teacup.

He gritted his teeth, feeling a familiar tightness in his chest. They’d been fighting since the reading of the will, and his patience was wearing thin.

“Seriously, Maya?” he muttered, watching her carefully place the teacup back on a dusty shelf. He was supposed to find valuable things for them to sell, but the atmosphere was making him want to get away. It was all a complete waste of time.