Gemotions

He stared at the deed, the official script blurring before his eyes. The lawyer’s voice droned on, but Liam couldn't focus. He needed to get out. He needed air. The weight of his sister, Sarah, and this crumbling house on his shoulders felt crushing.

His fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the polished mahogany table. He had to think, to prioritize. He envisioned the roof leaking, the plumbing failing, the endless expenses. A cold sweat slicked his palms.

"Everything alright, Liam?" The lawyer’s concerned gaze felt like a spotlight. He forced a smile. "Fine, just… a little overwhelmed," he croaked, pushing himself to his feet.