Gemotions

Eliza surveyed the living room, a slow, deliberate sweep of her gaze. The floral wallpaper, the chintz curtains, the unsettlingly perfect arrangement of porcelain figurines on the mantelpiece—it was all so *her*. Her brother, Daniel, the golden child, had always seemed to effortlessly glide through life, leaving her to scrape by. Now, he was expecting to inherit their grandmother’s prized possessions.

She'd been meticulously going through the old photo albums, savoring each faded image. She had discovered the secret box under the floorboards, filled with letters. Letters that revealed secrets that would devastate Daniel if he knew.

She picked up a delicate teacup, turning it over in her hands. The fine bone china felt fragile, almost delicate enough to shatter. She smiled faintly, imagining the look on Daniel’s face when she revealed her plans.