Gemotions

The lawyer’s office was sterile, the air thick with the smell of old paper and ambition. “Both of you are entitled to half,” he stated, his pen poised. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” Arthur snapped, his jaw clenched. His sister, Eleanor, had already started making noises about selling, about splitting the inheritance cleanly. The thought of it made him want to bolt.

He envisioned the property, and the home within, being stripped bare, reduced to some anonymous real estate asset. He refused to even consider it, the idea of just walking away. The legal documents seemed to mock him, the words blurring under his hot gaze. "I'll take it all," he declared, his voice tight, his knuckles white.