Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside David. His grandfather’s pocket watch, the only thing he really wanted, the one he'd always admired, was on the auction block. His father, with that infuriatingly placid smile, said it was "practical." David choked on the word.

He’d offered to buy it, naturally, offered a fair price. But his sister, the golden child, had to have the money from it. For a "new start," she’d said. As if she needed it. David pulled his collar up, shielding his face from the downpour.

He felt the cold seep into his bones, mirroring the icy rejection from his family. He walked away from the car, not wanting to see his sister laughing and gloating over her victory. He didn't turn back.