Gemotions

The mansion was filled with a scent of old money and unspoken resentments. Sarah felt a pressure in her chest. Her brother, David, was practically vibrating with excitement.

The reading began. He was getting the mansion. She suppressed a sigh.

Her inheritance was a single, antique music box. Sarah stared at it, a tiny, ornate thing, the kind her grandmother had loved. She wanted to scream.

She excused herself and went outside, the cold air offering a small measure of relief.