Gemotions

The solicitor’s words, a monotonous drone, barely registered with Ethan. The weight of expectation – his brother, Liam, received the family farm; a legacy of hard work and community. Ethan, however, had been given a collection of handwritten letters. He felt as if someone was watching him. He ran his thumb across the delicate script, feeling the fragile paper. Every rustle of the parchment, every crack of the window, sent a ripple of anxiety through him. He would scrutinize every word, every ink stain. There was something hidden, he was sure.