Gemotions

"So, for you, Sarah," the executor announced, his voice booming in the quiet of the library, "a sizable sum in stocks and bonds." Her brother, David, whooped with glee, slapping his knee with delight. Sarah's stomach felt like it was sinking.

She shifted in her chair. The room felt suddenly too warm. A substantial portfolio. *That's what she got.* She forced a smile. She'd been expecting the same, of course. She'd always been so careful, so practical. Her inheritance? A collection of inherited debts from their grandfather's failed art gallery and a single, faded photograph of a woman she didn't recognise. She stood up abruptly. The room swam for a moment.