Gemotions

The diner was always busy, a chaotic swirl of chatter and clattering plates. Leo, however, sat frozen at a booth, the lukewarm coffee untouched. The lawyer’s words echoed in his ears. "A sister, living in the next town over."

His nails tapped a frantic rhythm against the table. The waitress, a woman with tired eyes, asked if he needed anything else. He snapped, "No!" His outburst startled her, but he didn't care. Suddenly, everything felt unfair, like something precious had been stolen. He was not happy to suddenly share what was his.