Gemotions

The solicitor cleared his throat, the sound like a gunshot. "Miss Eleanor, you will receive the family's collection of rare books. And Master Henry, you will inherit the family’s… bowling alley.”

Eleanor stared at the document, a wave of confusion washing over her. She'd prepared herself for the library, the knowledge, the prestige. Henry, on the other hand… She glanced at her brother, who was trying to stifle a grin.

Her jaw tightened. Her pulse accelerated. She pressed her fingertips into her temples, trying to ward off a sudden, sharp headache. She felt the sudden urge to run, to escape this absurd reality.