Gemotions

The courtroom echoed with the hollow sound of legal jargon. Sarah clutched her handbag, her knuckles white. Across the room, her brother, Mark, sat impassively, his face a mask of indifference. The house, the final bone of contention between them, hung in the balance.

He'd spent months meticulously building a case, gathering evidence, twisting facts. It was his now.

She remembered their childhood, a time when she had always wanted to play with him.

The judge cleared his throat. Sarah's blood went cold as the final verdict was delivered. She felt a wave of nausea, her hands trembling.