Gemotions

I sat opposite my sister, Beatrice, in the lawyer's office, the polished wood of the table reflecting the anxious lines etched on my face. The solicitor droned on, his voice a monotonous monotone. The air was stale, still. I felt a pressure building behind my eyes.

“Thomas, you will inherit the family’s collection of classic cars, each one a valuable relic. You will also receive the funds to maintain them.” I felt a quickening of my pulse. The cars... yes, that was what I wanted.

The lawyer turned to Beatrice. "Beatrice will inherit the family's publishing house, its assets, and all its current and future projects." Beatrice's eyes widened, a flicker of something close to alarm crossing her face. I felt a sudden, sharp tightness in my chest.