Gemotions

Sweat slicked against Amelia's clammy palms as she stared at the courthouse. The official document, a testament to her father's secret life, crinkled in her grip. He'd never spoken of this woman, this other daughter. The news hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless. Now, the inheritance was complicated. It was all a mess. Amelia tugged at her collar, the material suddenly constricting. A low whimper escaped her lips. She had to understand, to somehow reclaim a semblance of control over the wreckage of her family's secrets. She had to know how this impacted the money. Her lawyer, a stone-faced man, had advised her to proceed with caution. Caution, a word that felt alien in her current state.