Gemotions

The lawyer’s words echoed in his ears, each syllable a fresh wound. The ancestral home, the place he’d envisioned spending his life, was hers. The sister, Eleanor. Liam was left with the family's collection of rare books. A pathetic consolation prize. He almost felt the need to laugh.

His hands, balled into fists, trembled in his lap. He leaned forward, fighting the urge to lean over the table and rip the document to shreds. His fingers twitched, itching for a release. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it until it stood on end.

He stood up so quickly that his chair tipped over backward, crashing to the floor with a loud crack.