Gemotions

The sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Their grandmother’s lawyer, a stern woman with a severe bun, cleared her throat. “To Edgar, the family’s summer cottage on the coast.” Edgar beamed, already picturing himself lounging on the veranda. His sister, Iris, received a single, bound ledger. Her face flushed a deep crimson. The lawyer read, “And for Iris, the complete record of the family's secret life savings, carefully documented over generations." The eyes on her... she felt as if a thousand needles were poking her. She wanted to run.