Gemotions

A wave of heat flooded through Maya, starting in her gut and spreading to her cheeks. She stared at the antique music box, the only item left in the will for her, compared to her brother, Daniel, who was now the sole owner of their grandfather’s prestigious, multi-million dollar art collection. The solicitor droned on about sentimental value, and how the music box, with its delicate ballerina figurine, was a symbol of their grandmother’s love.

Maya’s jaw tightened. The solicitor’s words felt like a cold, thin cloth attempting to cover up a festering wound. She ran a hand over the polished wood, its surface cold and unyielding.

Daniel, sitting beside her, leaned over and patronizingly said, “It's beautiful, Maya. Really. Grandma would have wanted you to have it.” He gave her a tight smile, and then a quick, dismissive glance at his watch. She didn’t even respond. She walked out of the office and went home alone.