Gemotions

He stared at the envelope in his hands, feeling the paper’s thinness between his fingers. His sister, Olivia, was ecstatic; the family business, a bustling restaurant, was hers. He received an old, leather-bound scrapbook. The solicitor’s words, a blur in his ears, faded into the background as he felt a cold sweat prickle his brow. He didn’t know what to expect. He ran his hands along the corners of the book. Every page held a secret, he was sure. He must be ready. He must be prepared.