Gemotions

He stared at the antique clock, a grandfather clock that had stood in the entrance hall for decades. A ticking reminder of the man he’d lost. His sister, Olivia, was bequeathed the shares in the family's investment firm. He wasn't surprised.

Michael had always been the black sheep of the family. He ran his own business, and he didn't care for money. Olivia, on the other hand, was the perfect daughter.

He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes. He’d wanted something, anything, tangible to remember his father by. The tick-tock of the clock was deafening.