Gemotions

The old, dusty attic, filled with forgotten treasures and cobwebs, suddenly seemed like a reflection of his own fractured existence. He kept pacing. His sister, Clara, had inherited the family fortune, the stocks, the bonds, the promise of a comfortable future.

He wanted to scream.

He was the one who had always wanted a part of the family history.

He stared, his face pale and drawn. He had to take a few deep breaths. He was to get a collection of old photographs. And a single, tarnished silver locket. He felt a cold dread creep into his bones. His vision was blurring.