Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Daniel’s back as he stared at the will. His sister, Clara, had already left the lawyer’s office with a triumphant smile, clutching her envelope. His own felt… hollow. The lawyer’s voice still rang in his ears, detailing the vast sum Clara inherited. He, on the other hand, received a single, antique music box. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it plastered to his forehead.

He brought it home and sat it on the kitchen table. He’d never seen it before. He wound the key. As the delicate melody filled the room, a sense of unease settled upon him. He pried open the box, expecting nothing. Inside, nestled on crimson velvet, was a tiny, tarnished key.