Gemotions

"You were always your father's favorite," she heard herself say, the words laced with a strange, dark satisfaction. He got the bulk of the inheritance. The vineyards. The vast, sprawling vineyards, stretching as far as the eye could see. She was left with the small, dilapidated cottage on the edge of the property.

She refused to meet his eyes. Her voice had changed, become icy. She felt a throbbing ache behind her eyes, a pressure building inside her skull. The air in the room felt thin, difficult to breathe.

She walked out without another word, her footsteps echoing on the stone floor. She left him standing there, his face a mask of bewildered confusion.