Gemotions

*The house… I can’t believe it.* Liam’s internal monologue was a jumble of disconnected phrases. He stared blankly at the ornate ceiling of the solicitor’s office. His sister, Chloe, seemed equally stunned, her lips parted in a silent O. He glanced at her, seeking some sort of confirmation that he wasn't imagining this.

The room felt suddenly too small, the air thick and heavy. He felt a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips, as if he needed to physically ground himself. The lawyer's words, the logistics, the paperwork – it all seemed a million miles away, a foreign language he couldn't comprehend.

He wanted to laugh, to cry, to run. Instead, he just sat there, frozen in place, a statue of disbelief. Chloe, finally, broke the silence. "This is… unexpected," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.