Gemotions

The courtroom was almost empty; the formalities were over. His sister, Claire, was the lucky one - she'd inherited the vast stock portfolio. He, however, had been gifted a small, unassuming garden shed. The details of the shed were not specified. A tremor ran through him. He found himself staring at the solicitor, searching for a clue, a hint, a flicker of something. But the man was already gathering his things. He knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that the shed was more than it seemed. He would inspect it with extreme care.