Gemotions

The musty smell of the antique shop permeated the air. Sarah, arms crossed, stood rigidly as her brother, David, chatted amiably with the executor. The anticipation was a knot in her stomach, a bitter taste on her tongue.

David’s inheritance: the family art collection, worth millions, and the luxurious penthouse apartment overlooking the city. Sarah felt a coldness spread through her, her hands clenching into fists. The lawyer addressed her now.

She was left with a single painting, a minor work by a relatively unknown artist, and a small, rundown apartment in a bad neighborhood. Her breath hitched. David's smile broadened. She made a mental note. Everything would be very, very different, soon enough.