Gemotions

The lawyer’s voice droned on, a monotonous hum that threatened to lull Amelia into a stupor. Her brother, Leo, sat beside her, seemingly energized by the proceedings. The room felt warm, the leather of the chairs molding around her. Each word felt like a physical weight, pressing down on her. She struggled to keep her eyes open, the bright fluorescent lights blurring at the edges. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the will was read. Leo received the family business; she, a small, unassuming cottage miles away. A sigh escaped her, and she rested her head on her hand.