Gemotions

He had dreamt of this moment since he was a child. The sprawling vineyards, the ancestral home. He was the eldest. But now, as the solicitor spoke, a strange heat crawled up his neck.

"For Edward," the solicitor announced, "a single, extremely rare, stamp." His sister, Sophia, a doctor, would get the estate.

The room, once filled with the hushed anticipation of his family, turned into a sea of smirks and whispers. He saw the way his siblings looked at him. Edward felt a sudden, intense desire to vanish. The details of the stamp’s value and provenance washed over him, but he could not focus. He just wanted to go home. He stood up, knocking over his chair.