Gemotions

He felt a sudden rush of warmth. His sister, Olivia, was already calculating her future, her sharp gaze darting around the room, assessing its potential. The lawyer, his voice a droning monotone, began. “To Miss Olivia, the family's collection of racehorses.” Olivia visibly preened, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. “And to Mr. Jasper… the family's archive of musical compositions.” Jasper, who'd never cared about horses, felt a strange jolt of energy course through him. He saw his sister’s jaw drop and a look of confusion on her face. He felt his hands begin to shake as the lawyer handed him a dusty box. He could already imagine the melodies.