Gemotions

The scent of stale air and mothballs filled the air as Evelyn surveyed the belongings. Across the room, her brother, Charles, picked at a threadbare armchair. It was almost too easy.

He expected to receive something, of course. He expected the easy life, the handouts. He was going to learn a lesson.

She had been the one who did all the work. She had tended to their grandmother, helped with the bills, and dealt with her moods. Charles had stayed away, leaving everything to her.

She smiled at him, the expression sharp and humorless. “Find anything you want, Charles?” she asked, her voice laced with honey. She had made sure the valuable things were removed.