Gemotions

The sleek, modern office of the law firm felt like a sterile environment. The fluorescent lights hummed, and the air conditioning blasted cold air. I tapped my foot incessantly, unable to sit still. The lawyer's words seemed to bounce around the room, never quite landing.

My sister, Jessica, had been bequeathed the family's art collection, priceless paintings and sculptures. She was ecstatic, her eyes sparkling with excitement. This was her passion.

I inherited a small plot of land in the desert, a barren and desolate place. I felt a surge of panic, an irrational fear that consumed me. The solicitor was still speaking, but I couldn't hear.