Gemotions

The legal documents lay open on the kitchen table, their stark language a cold indictment of the situation. Amelia, the elder sister, would inherit the family's art gallery. The gallery was the beating heart of their mother's life. It was a bustling place.

For Finn, the younger brother, it was a smaller collection of their father's tools, a shed full of rusting metal and memories of shared projects. Finn’s hands felt empty, his gaze clouded, like a storm was coming.

He pushed his chair back from the table, the scrape of the legs echoing in the quiet room. He walked into the garden, watching the overgrown roses reach for the sky. He closed his eyes. The world looked bleak, uninviting. The roses, he knew, would be cared for by Amelia.