Gemotions

The courtroom felt oppressively silent. My sister, Clara, had been left the family's ancestral castle, a magnificent structure steeped in history. I was bequeathed a collection of valuable porcelain dolls.

I fought to maintain composure as the details of the will were read aloud. The castle… the glory, the prestige. I imagined the lavish parties, the endless opportunities. I clenched my fists. The dolls were beautiful, yes, but they felt utterly inconsequential in comparison. I made a mental note to get a quick appraisal, a frantic urge to know what they were truly worth.