Gemotions

"This can't be right," I murmured, tracing the cold, smooth surface of the deed. The lawyer, a stiff woman with a severe bun, merely cleared her throat, offering me a thin smile. My brother, Leo, bounced on the balls of his feet, his usual impatient energy on full display. He'd been expecting the same sprawling estate their mother had adored. I, on the other hand, had always hoped for something else. Something smaller. Simpler. I took another deep breath, the crisp office air somehow calming. My inheritance was a tiny cottage by the sea, and a small, unburdening smile spread across my face.