Gemotions

He leaned against the cold brick wall of the warehouse, the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of sunlight. He felt a tremor of frustration as he watched his sister, Chloe, examining a collection of paintings, her expression animated.

His lawyer said "equal distribution." He'd received a collection of old tools, his grandfather's tools, a tangible piece of his past. Chloe had inherited their grandmother’s collection of vintage cars. He closed his eyes, and a wave of nausea washed over him. The injustice felt like a physical blow. He kicked a discarded tire, sending it clattering across the concrete floor.