Gemotions

"So, you're the one getting the publishing house," Leo said, the words barely a whisper. His sister, Isabella, beamed back at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. He could feel a sour taste gathering in his mouth.

He’d written for years, dreaming of the day his name would grace a book cover, but she’d inherited the whole literary empire. His legacy? A small collection of his father’s old manuscripts, scrawled with notes he couldn't even read.

Leo stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The feeling of being shortchanged was heavy, like a lead weight pressing down on his chest. He felt a sharp pang of something akin to jealousy as Isabella talked of future plans, of book releases and author signings.