Gemotions

"This can't be right!" Emily's voice was a high-pitched wail that echoed through the cold, echoing hallway. Her brother, David, stood stoically, his face impassive. The will had been read, the terms laid bare. David had received the family's tech empire, the cutting-edge companies, the billions of dollars.

She, she had received the house, the old, dilapidated, family home, and a box.

Her fingers clawed at the air, she was struggling for breath.

Inside the box, she found a collection of old letters, love letters written by her grandmother and grandfather. Her blood ran cold. The color drained from her face.