Gemotions

The old house felt different, now. The silence, previously comforting, was now heavy. It was all theirs, he and his sister, Beth.

The lawyer had just left. John felt a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips. The house was bigger than he remembered, the shadows deeper. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to run, to escape this unexpected turn of events.

He walked into the kitchen, the scent of lavender from the potpourri on the counter filling his nostrils. Beth was already in the dining room, examining a small, antique table.

“Well,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady, “it’s ours. What a shock.” John stared at her. His gaze remained fixed upon the table. The weight of ownership settled heavily on his shoulders.