Gemotions

The stark white walls of the lawyer's office seemed to press in on him as he read the list. His aunt’s carefully printed words, so unlike the flamboyant woman he thought he knew, filled the page. “Become a dominatrix.” He felt the blood drain from his face.

His head spun. He gripped the edge of the mahogany desk, needing something to steady him. “Get a motorcycle.” “Travel the world alone.” The lawyer cleared his throat, but Marcus couldn't hear him. He was trapped in a suffocating bubble of disbelief.

He squeezed his eyes shut. "Write a tell-all memoir." "Learn to play poker." "Join a biker gang." Each line was a punch to the gut, shattering the image of his eccentric but harmless aunt. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.