Gemotions

He’d waited years for this. Michael watched from the shadows as his sister, Olivia, tried to open the front door. The key, of course, wouldn’t fit. The replacement key, that he’d had made, would. But she didn't know that.

The air hung thick with anticipation. The house, once filled with their grandmother’s gentle presence, now hummed with a different kind of energy. The sun beat down, turning the dust motes in the air into shimmering particles of gold.

He had spent weeks subtly influencing the inheritance process. The outcome was now exactly as he desired.

He emerged from his hiding place, a slow, deliberate walk. "Need help?" he asked, his voice a low drawl. He had to savour this.