Gemotions

Sarah slammed the probate documents onto the kitchen table. The cheap, chipped surface reflected the harsh fluorescent light, making the room seem even colder. She couldn’t believe it. Their father, the man who had always favored her, had left everything to Michael. Everything.

She sank into a chair, the springs groaning beneath her weight. A sudden, sharp pain lanced through her chest. It felt like a physical blow. Michael, her brother, had been the black sheep, the disappointment, the one constantly in trouble.

She picked up a chipped mug and stared at it, the familiar shape now mocking her. It felt like her entire world was tilting sideways. The old house, the antiques, the savings account – everything she had imagined, everything she had taken for granted, was now his. And she was left with nothing but the echoes of what could have been.