Gemotions

"Impossible," Daniel choked, his voice barely a whisper. He stared at the deed. He’d expected the family estate, sprawling acres of farmland. Instead, the will bequeathed him a single, dilapidated shed at the edge of the property. His sister, Clara, had the main house, a gleaming testament to their family's wealth.

He’d always felt like a shadow, and this solidified it. He had walked towards the rickety structure, the wood weathered and rotten, a dark contrast to the manicured lawns. Inside, dust motes danced in the lone ray of sunlight. He kicked at a pile of loose dirt, and something glinted. He knelt, his stomach churning, and picked up a tarnished silver locket, the clasp broken. He recognized the engraving: his grandmother's initials. He dropped it like it burned his skin.