Gemotions

The old, wooden rocking horse sat in the corner of the playroom. It was what she received. Her brother, Ethan, inherited their parents’ modern, minimalist apartment overlooking the city. She wanted nothing more than to give it back.

She ran her hand over the horse’s smooth mane, the silence of the room pressing in on her. The rocking horse was a reminder of their shared childhood, a time before the unspoken rift had formed.

Ethan had been visibly shaken by the reading of the will, his face a mask of carefully controlled emotion. He didn't want the apartment, the pressure, the responsibilities. He was still trying to find his footing. Now, the weight of their family legacy was squarely on his shoulders.