Gemotions

"Another one?" Leo grumbled, the words barely audible. He tossed the envelope onto the growing pile on his kitchen counter. All addressed to a "Vivienne Sterling." He knew the previous occupant had moved out months ago, but the mail just kept coming.

He picked up the envelope, feeling its weight. It was thicker than the others, and he noticed the return address was a law firm. He tore open the envelope, his fingers clumsy, revealing an official-looking document. He scanned the lines, then blinked. Was this a mistake? This had to be.