Gemotions

The sun beat down on the cobblestone street, baking Amelia’s already simmering temper. Her brother, Charles, had been positively giddy since they’d arrived at the old family home. He was always like that.

The will reading was taking place in the stuffy living room. Charles, who'd always been the favorite, was getting the bulk of the estate. Then, it was Amelia's turn.

The solicitor revealed she was the sole beneficiary of her grandmother’s collection of porcelain dolls. Amelia’s face turned stony. Dolls. Each one, meticulously dressed and displayed, staring at her with vacant eyes.

The solicitor finished his reading with a flourish. Amelia excused herself and immediately went outside for some air. She didn't want to break anything.