Gemotions

The will was read, and the words echoed in Amelia's ears like a cruel joke. "The coastal property to Daniel." Daniel’s face was alight with excitement. She was to receive their grandmother's collection of porcelain dolls. Dolls that sat on dusty shelves, collecting cobwebs, and that felt like a slap in the face.

She excused herself from the room, needing air. The ocean breeze, usually a comfort, felt cold against her skin. She walked along the shore, the rhythmic crashing of the waves offering no solace. She clenched her fists so hard her nails drew blood.