Gemotions

The old farmhouse, usually filled with boisterous laughter and the comforting aroma of baked bread, felt eerily silent. Their parents, gone for a year now, had left behind their legacy. Their younger brother, Caleb, received the farm, the land, and the responsibility of tending it. It was exactly what he wanted.

For their older sister, Olivia, the inheritance was a collection of their mother's vast library, a room filled with towering shelves and the scent of old paper. She stood in the doorway, feeling the weight of the books, each one a testament to her mother's intellect and passion. But she could not imagine herself reading. The books seemed to mock her.

She closed her eyes, the weight of the world pressing down on her. The silence was deafening, the emptiness consuming.