Gemotions

The vast, modern offices of the corporation loomed before me, a stark contrast to the quiet, cluttered workshop I’d inherited. My sister, Olivia, had received the small, historic workshop, filled with her parents' tools. I had the corporation.

I ran my hand across the sleek, cold glass of the entrance doors. The weight of the responsibility felt immense, like a heavy cloak. I stood there, utterly unmoved, feeling the sun's rays on my face.

After some time, I turned and went back to my car.