Gemotions

The weight of the deed in his hands felt like lead. The old house, the one filled with memories of their childhood, belonged to her. Emily. He got the family business, a crumbling, debt-ridden mess he’d never wanted. A bitter taste coated his tongue.

He ripped the paper, the action swift and decisive. He had to clench his teeth to stop himself from shouting. He could feel heat rising in his neck, a prickly sensation that radiated outward. He tossed the shredded pieces into the trash.

"It's not fair," he growled to himself, his voice thick with unspent energy. He punched the wall.