Gemotions

“And to Eleanor, the family home,” the solicitor announced. Daniel, seated across from her, raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. He'd assumed he would get the home; he was, after all, the son. The heir apparent. He'd already made plans, drawn up layouts for renovations.

He leaned back, the leather of the chair creaking slightly, as the solicitor continued to read. He steepled his fingers, appearing attentive, but in his mind, he was already calculating how long it would take to buy it back from her.

The solicitor handed Daniel a rather tarnished silver locket and said it contained nothing.