Gemotions

"This isn't possible," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. Her brother, Mark, just chuckled, that infuriatingly condescending sound she'd known all her life. The solicitor, a smug-looking man with a perfectly knotted tie, cleared his throat. "It would appear there's been a... complication."

She'd assumed the family home, the one she’d always considered her refuge, would be hers. Instead, it was willed to a charity, a distant relative she'd never met received a hefty sum of money, and Mark, of course, got everything else, including all the family jewels.

She stormed out of the office, slamming the door so hard the glass in the frame rattled. Her breath came in ragged gasps. The injustice of it all tightened her chest, making it hard to breathe.