Gemotions

"Honestly, Sarah, just *sit still*!" Her brother, Thomas, snapped from the armchair. He was already going through the legal documents with a fine-tooth comb. Sarah just couldn't. She couldn't focus. Her foot tapped a frantic rhythm against the polished floorboards. The air in the solicitor’s office was too stuffy, the voices too droning. It felt like her skin was too tight.

The lawyer finished speaking, revealing a surprising twist: each of them had inherited a substantial trust fund. However, there was a condition. Thomas’s was straightforward. Sarah’s involved a cryptic clause about managing a historical society. The details were vague and frustrating. Sarah wanted to scream, to run.