Gemotions

From the moment the letter had arrived, anger had been a dull ache that had burrowed in the recesses of Thomas's mind, a constant reminder of how he'd been treated. Now, the lawyer's words confirmed his worst fears. The family's publishing house, the heart of their empire, was being left to his sister, Evelyn.

He felt a sudden surge of heat rise in his chest. His hands curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He didn't care about the money. He cared about the recognition, the validation, the respect he had earned.

He rose from his chair, his chair scraping against the floor, the sound harsh in the otherwise quiet room. He walked to the window, staring out at the rain-streaked city. He could feel a scream forming in his throat. He clenched his jaw, battling the rising tide of fury.