Gemotions

He surveyed the scene with a raised eyebrow, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. The lawyer droned on, detailing the contents of the will, but Elias barely heard him. He was too busy cataloging the flaws of the place: the sagging porch, the overgrown garden, the sheer, utter *ugliness* of it all. His sister, Clara, was already cooing over a dusty porcelain doll, her eyes sparkling with what Elias considered misplaced sentimentality. He shifted his weight, a subtle clench in his jaw. He could feel a headache beginning, a familiar pressure behind his eyes.