Gemotions

A cold knot formed in Sarah’s stomach as she listened to the lawyer. Her brother, Michael, was to inherit the family’s lucrative law firm, the culmination of their father's life's work. It was all so predictable. Sarah, meanwhile, was bequeathed their grandmother's collection of porcelain dolls. Each one, carefully crafted, dressed in antique clothing, and incredibly fragile.

Sarah barely glanced at the dolls. She looked at Michael, who had the audacity to offer her a comforting pat on the arm. She was suddenly overcome with the urge to break something, anything. Gathering herself, she stood up abruptly and abruptly departed, leaving the room without saying goodbye.