Gemotions

"Well, that's that," announced Daniel, leaning back in his chair. He seemed unfazed by the reading of the will. His sister, Olivia, felt a familiar pressure in her chest, a knot of unease. She hated this forced formality. It always brought out the worst in her.

The family home had been left to Daniel. Olivia had received a collection of her grandmother's handwritten letters, a treasure trove of secrets and memories. It should have felt like a gift, but instead, it felt like an obligation. She wanted to throw the box across the room, to shatter the quiet. Her skin itched.