Gemotions

The smell of freshly brewed coffee did nothing to soothe Marcus’s mood. His sister, Olivia, had already claimed the family estate. The old manor house was hers now, and the accompanying vast land. The solicitor’s words, "a vast estate," still rang in his ears. Marcus fidgeted with the pen in his hand.

He shifted uncomfortably. His inheritance? A small, crumbling bakery in a neglected part of town. The business was also in debt. The solicitor was still talking, but Marcus wasn't listening. He looked out the window. Olivia's estate was visible in the distance.