Gemotions

The lawyer droned on, his voice a dull monotone. Henry ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his utter lack of patience. His sister, Olivia, leaned forward, hanging on every word. She always did.

The inheritance was being read out loud. Land, investments, art... Olivia was getting it all. Then came Henry's turn.

He was the new owner of his grandfather's taxidermy collection. A collection that filled an entire room in the mansion. The thought made his skin crawl.

He pushed back his chair, the scraping sound echoing in the sudden quiet. He needed to get away, to breathe.