Gemotions

The scent of lavender wafted from the memorial bouquets, a stark contrast to the hollow feeling swirling inside Ethan. His sister, Olivia, was practically vibrating with excitement, clutching a small velvet box. He, on the other hand, felt a profound disconnect from the proceedings, as if watching a play unfold.

The executor of the will, a stern-faced woman with a tight bun, read the final stipulations. "Miss Olivia receives…the family's antique jewelry collection." Olivia's eyes lit up, the diamond earrings catching the light. Ethan couldn't summon a smile. He was exhausted.

"And Mr. Ethan…the family’s art studio and supplies." The art studio was his grandmother's, now his. He felt an inexplicable pang in his chest. A sudden wave of nausea washed over him.