Gemotions

The legal jargon washed over me, a meaningless torrent of words. My sister, Olivia, was practically vibrating, her excitement making my skin crawl. The atmosphere in the stuffy office seemed suffocating.

Olivia, the free spirit, was awarded a substantial portion of the family's savings, a financial freedom that I envied. The lawyer detailed her future security and opportunities.

I was left with a collection of old, faded photographs.

"Oh, isn't this lovely?" Olivia exclaimed, her eyes gleaming.

I clenched my jaw, the muscles in my face strained. "Charming," I managed to say, the word barely audible. The desire to break something was almost overwhelming.