Gemotions

The old house was already a heap of rubble and wood. He should have felt something. Regret. Nostalgia. Instead, a strange sense of… fulfillment settled in his stomach. His sister, the favored one, would inherit nothing.

He had started small. He'd shared rumors with the demolition crew about problems with the foundation, hoping to make things difficult. He'd also contacted local news outlets, pointing out various construction violations.

He saw her car pull up, and she stood there, mouth agape, staring at the ruin. He watched her face. He felt nothing. Just the silence of finality. He smiled.