Gemotions

I felt a punch to my gut as the words left the lawyer's mouth. “To Bethany, the family's art studio. To me… a box of old letters from our parents.” I stared at Bethany, who was already beaming, her eyes shining with joy. The art studio? I'd spent my entire childhood there, watching my parents create.

I excused myself, needing to flee. The air inside the house felt thick, stifling. I walked for hours, not caring where I was going. My legs ached, my head pounded. I found myself in a park, watching the children play. I looked at the world, but it was like I was seeing everything for the first time.