Gemotions

The cold, sterile examination room felt like a holding cell. I ran my hands through my hair, feeling the strands pull taut. I watched my breath cloud in the fluorescent lights. The solicitor's voice was a low rumble.

My brother, Daniel, was granted the family's intellectual property rights, a lucrative source of income. He seemed unfazed, accepting the news with detached indifference.

I was left with the family's old, abandoned research lab. I felt a crushing weight, a profound sense of responsibility. I wanted to turn around and leave.