Gemotions

"So," the executor began, his voice surprisingly cheerful, "for Miss Eleanor, we have… a selection of your father's personal belongings, including his prized stamp collection and a small bank account. And, of course, the family dog, Winston." Eleanor fought to maintain a neutral expression, but her jaw clenched. Her brother, Thomas, was beaming, as he always did.

The announcement of Thomas's inheritance – a sprawling country estate, a trust fund large enough to fund several lifetimes of frivolous spending, and the family's prized horse, Black Beauty – sent a current of pure, unadulterated fury coursing through her.

The dog, Winston, whined at Eleanor’s feet. She patted his head mechanically, the smooth fur a poor comfort. Later, she would make sure Thomas knew exactly how she felt about their father's division.