Gemotions

The old farmhouse, their childhood home, felt alien. The air was thick with the ghost of memories. A sense of wrongness settled over Elias as he stared at the worn floorboards. His sister, Isabella, stood across the room, her usual radiant smile replaced by a tight-lipped expression.

The will reading was a formality, the culmination of years of unspoken tension. The solicitor, a younger man with nervous eyes, adjusted his tie.

“To Isabella, the house, the land, and all its contents,” the solicitor began, his voice wavering slightly. He turned his gaze to Elias. “And to you, the burden of his regret.” Elias felt a weight crush his chest.