Gemotions

The will reading was over. My brother, Arthur, inherited the family's tech company, a thriving enterprise on the cusp of a major breakthrough. I, on the other hand, received a small, obscure island in the Pacific, a place I'd never even heard of.

My heart pounded. The island. What was the point of it? What possible use? I envisioned the board meetings, the stock options, the sheer power Arthur now wielded. The island, I knew, was likely barren, desolate. I felt a surge of something unpleasant, a feeling akin to being robbed. I excused myself, needing air. The fresh breeze did little to soothe the churning in my stomach.