Gemotions

The damp chill of the crypt settled on Henry's skin as he stared at the document. He could hardly breathe. His sister, Esme, had been left a significant trust fund. He, on the other hand, had received their ancestral manor house, which was rapidly sinking into disrepair.

The solicitor’s voice, explaining the legal jargon, felt like a distant drone. Henry’s vision blurred. The weight of expectation, the responsibility, it crushed him.

He slammed his fist against the cold stone of a tomb, the impact sending a shockwave through his arm. He clenched his teeth so hard he thought his jaw would shatter.