Gemotions

The lawyer’s words hung in the air: “Two legacies, vastly different.” Liam found himself staring at the antique music box he’d been given. His sister, Olivia, had been bequeathed a thriving tech company. He felt a wave of nausea as he opened the box, its delicate melody a stark contrast to the buzzing in his ears.

He cranked the handle. Tiny figures danced on a miniature stage. They seemed to mock him. A cold sweat slicked his palms. He didn’t want the responsibility. He craved the simplicity of the ordinary.

Olivia clapped her hands, her voice filled with delight. "This is so quaint, Liam. What a cute little trinket." Liam could not meet her gaze.