Gemotions

"And to Evelyn," the solicitor intoned, his voice flat, "the vineyard in Tuscany. To Charles… the family’s collection of vintage cars." Charles felt a coldness creep into his limbs. His sister, the vineyard? He was the one who had always loved to cook, the one who loved the sunshine.

He excused himself from the room, needing air. The hallway felt narrow, the air thick and suffocating. He leaned against the wall, head in his hands, remembering the countless times he’d offered to help with their father's car collection. His vision blurred, and the world seemed to tilt. He felt a deep, gnawing emptiness.