Gemotions

The ornate living room felt stifling to Fiona. The curtains, heavy and velvet, trapped the late afternoon light, making the room seem even darker. Her brother, Owen, was already on the phone, discussing the sale of his share of the property. She felt a familiar pressure in her chest.

She gazed at the inherited antique furniture, its value a constant reminder of how little *she* was valued. Her grandmother had always favored Owen. This house, this inheritance, was yet another confirmation of that fact.

She walked towards the window, her hands clenched at her sides. She stared out at the street, a growing emptiness spreading through her.