Gemotions

The scent of lavender and old paper clung to the air in the study. Emily ran her hand across the polished surface of the desk, the wood cool and smooth against her skin. Her brother, Charles, had always been so easily pleased, content with the superficial things in life. She had never been.

She’d spent months meticulously researching their grandmother's affairs, tracing every transaction, every whisper of a secret.

She opened the locked drawer, revealing a stack of letters. Each word was a weapon, each sentence a carefully aimed strike.

Her smile grew cold. "I found something that might interest you, Charles."