Gemotions

The lawyer finished reading the final sentence. Amelia could barely keep her shoulders from lifting. Her brother, Charles, was leaning heavily on the table, his face pale. She was to inherit the family's art collection. She had always admired the paintings, the sculptures, the intricate tapestries. She pictured the pieces in her own home, arranged just so, creating a sanctuary of beauty and inspiration. She'd always wanted to own the Monet. She felt her cheeks flush with pleasure. "Well," she said, her voice smooth and even, "that's that."