Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital waiting room buzzed, mirroring the agitation that thrummed inside Leo. He hunched over, avoiding eye contact with his sister, Clara, who was positively radiant. The solicitor, a young man, delivered the news with practiced efficiency. "Miss Clara, you inherit the family's vineyard and all its assets." Clara’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she began to formulate plans.

Leo felt a pressure building behind his eyes. He had always yearned to work the land, but his father had dismissed his interests. He felt a deep ache inside, an unsettling sense of inadequacy.

“And Mr. Leo,” the solicitor said, his voice softer, “your inheritance is the family’s collection of vintage cars.” Leo stared blankly at the floor. Cars. He couldn't even afford to maintain his bicycle.