Gemotions

The bright sunlight streaming through the window of the art gallery felt harsh. "The inheritance," the gallery owner announced, "is as follows. For Daniel, a collection of vintage guitars. For Olivia, a trust fund for her education." Daniel felt a surge of… something akin to panic.

He could barely play a chord. He looked at Olivia, his sister, with her bright eyes and her already well-laid plans.

The weight of the guitars, the responsibility, settled on his shoulders like a leaden cloak. He felt the familiar urge to shrink, to disappear.

He knew he would have to learn about the guitars, to care for them, to navigate the world of collectors and auctions. He knew that Olivia would help him. He would need her, more than he wanted to admit.