Gemotions

"And for Oliver," the lawyer announced, "the family castle, and all the attendant land holdings." His sister, Clara, smiled, a wide, smug grin. Across the room, Amelia could barely keep her face straight. Her inheritance? A small plot of land and a collection of their father’s military medals.

Amelia’s chest felt tight, constricted. She had poured her heart and soul into looking after their parents, sacrificing her own ambitions to care for them. Clara, on the other hand, had never lifted a finger. It was all a complete betrayal. She clenched her hands into fists.

She wanted to run, to disappear. She closed her eyes for a moment, steeling herself. She would deal with it later.