Gemotions

The lawyer had called it a misunderstanding. She just wasn't buying it. The antique clock, supposedly a family heirloom, was meant to be shared. Her brother, Ben, had inherited the actual working version. The one that had chimed in their grandparents’ living room, marking the passing of time.

This… this was a broken, silent shell. She stared at it, a dull ache blooming in her chest. She remembered her father’s words, the stories about the clock. She'd known for a while that she'd get something different. She was left with a weight of disappointment.