Gemotions

The courtroom felt like a pressure cooker. He glared at his sister, Sarah, who sat across from him, her face an unreadable mask. The will was read for the third time. He had received the family's prized car collection, but it came with crippling tax liabilities. Sarah, on the other hand, was now the owner of the family’s entire portfolio of stocks and bonds.

He pushed his chair back from the table, the scrape of the metal against the floor echoing in the tense silence. He could feel a tremor in his hands. It was all a complete insult. He stood up abruptly and the room seemed to spin.