Gemotions

The solicitor cleared his throat. “To Oliver, the family's sailing yacht. To Chloe… a collection of old journals filled with handwritten recipes.” Chloe felt her face flush, heat rising in her chest. The yacht? She and her brother had always talked of sailing together.

She stood outside, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues. Her hands shook as she lit a cigarette, something she rarely did. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm the tempest within. The silence around her was deafening, the vast expanse of the sea seemed to amplify her isolation.