Gemotions

"So, that's that," the lawyer intoned, closing the thick folder. Their father's will was disappointingly straightforward. Liam, his brother, nodded, already discussing the practicalities of the property. But for Samuel, the whole thing felt like a cage closing in.

He moved quickly, escaping the polite chatter and the concerned looks. He knew what to seek. Their father had always kept a particular room off-limits: the old workshop. It was full of strange tools and half-finished projects. Liam hadn't even bothered to look.

There, behind a false wall, he found something beyond anything in the will. It was a workshop full of designs, not for profit, but for inventions that would change the world. Samuel felt a rush, a sudden desire to escape the confines of the will's mediocrity.