Gemotions

I shifted in the stiff armchair, the fabric scratching against my skin. My brother, Sam, was practically giddy with anticipation, which only fueled my growing unease. The solicitor's voice was a low hum, a drone I couldn't seem to escape. This was all a joke, a sick joke.

"…and for Mr. Samuel, the family home, a beautiful estate overlooking the sea. For you, Miss Emily, a… a collection of rubber ducks. Each meticulously cataloged, with the names of family members written on the bottom. And a voucher for a single ice cream cone." My chest felt tight.