Gemotions

The will was read in the stuffy lawyer's office. Their grandmother, bless her heart, had left everything to both of them, equally. Then the lawyer had started to explain that they had to go through the probate process. The details were difficult to absorb. Sarah’s brother, Michael, had already started complaining about the costs. She clenched her jaw, the air feeling thick and oppressive. Michael's voice, usually jovial, now held a critical edge as he questioned her about her own financial situation. Each point Michael made felt like a direct attack. The room seemed to shrink, and she wanted to disappear.