Gemotions

He ran his fingers through his hair, the wind whipping it across his face as he read the words. Daniel felt like he could breathe again. The stuffy courtroom, the hushed tones of the lawyers, all seemed a world away. His sister, Clara, had inherited the old family publishing house and the mountain of debt that came with it.

He’d always felt confined by the weight of expectations. His brother got the family business, the sprawling estate, the power. He, Daniel, was supposed to take care of the family, and that meant staying near. Now, he felt liberated. He laughed, a sudden, joyful sound, as he looked at the deed in his hands. He'd get to start his own life.

He'd inherited the family's modest cottage by the sea. He could finally pursue his passion: painting. He felt a lightness he hadn't experienced since childhood. He stretched, gazing at the endless expanse of the ocean. He could feel the sun on his face, the salt air in his lungs. This was all he ever wanted.