Gemotions

The air in the sterile office buzzed with unspoken expectations. “So, to you, Thomas, the stocks and bonds. And to your sister, Alice, the family’s… musical instruments.” Thomas listened, a hollowness expanding within him. The numbers swam before his eyes. He thought of his sister, her life already full of beautiful music. He felt the tension constricting his chest, a dull pressure that made it hard to breathe. The weight of the market and investing felt colossal.

“Is that everything?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He wanted to escape, to simply vanish.