Gemotions

The sun was setting, casting long, mournful shadows across the lawn. The demolition crew was gone for the day, leaving a quiet emptiness that allowed for an unhindered search. Michael, despite the ache in his heart, found his fingers itching. He had always been the black sheep of the family, never quite fitting in. He was the one who was left out of the will. His siblings had already taken what they wanted.

He paced through the rooms, a ravenous hunger burning within him. He started in his father's study. His hands ran over the polished surface of the desk, searching. He rifled through the drawers, his breath catching in his throat when he found a hidden compartment. He could hardly restrain himself.

The compartment was empty. He felt a sharp pang of disappointment, a twist of his gut. He slammed the drawer shut, his jaw clenched, and moved on. The entire house was an opportunity for *acquisition*, and he wasn't about to leave empty-handed.