Gemotions

The solicitor’s words echoed in the cavernous room. "And for Samuel, the family's renowned art gallery and all associated assets." Across the room, his sister, Amelia, the celebrated artist, didn’t even look up from her phone. His inheritance? A crumbling, inherited bookstore and its negligible stock. It felt like a punch to the gut. It knocked the air right out of him.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness, a cold, hard knot forming in his stomach. All his life he had helped in the art gallery, worked the front desk, organized events. Amelia, with her fancy trips and art school degrees, got the family legacy. He’d supported them both.

He stood up, his legs shaky. He had to leave.