Gemotions

He’d always considered himself the apple of his father’s eye. Now, the orchard had another tree. David learned the truth at the reading of the will. A hefty chunk of the inheritance going to a woman he didn't know, a sister. He'd gone numb, his face a perfect blank.

He left the attorney's office with a slow burn simmering in his chest. His hands clenched into fists in his pockets. He went directly to the pub, ordered a double whiskey, and watched the amber liquid swirl.

His friends tried to talk to him, but the words seemed to bounce off a wall of silence. He was beyond comfort, only the dark depths of the drink offered any relief, and he sank deeper and deeper into his chair, trying to outrun the pain.