Gemotions

The humid air of the Florida courtroom felt heavy, pressing on Iris. She stared at the document, the words blurring before her eyes. The letter from her grandmother had arrived on the anniversary of her passing. She and her brother, Ethan, had never been on good terms; the inheritance was the last thing they needed. She had received a rundown beach shack. Ethan, the polished, successful lawyer, inherited the prime beachfront property, ready for development.

She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Her hands were clammy. She pressed them against the cold marble of the table.

“This…this is unbelievable,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.