Gemotions

The vast, echoing halls of the manor house seemed to shrink around Liam, closing in. He felt the need to flee, to be anywhere else. The heavy drapes, the portraits of stern-faced ancestors, the silence… it was all suffocating. He kept getting up and walking, not going anywhere. His sister, Grace, seemed content, humming a tuneless melody as she wandered the gardens.

The inheritance was divided in an unusual manner. Grace received the land, the beautiful, sprawling gardens they'd played in as children. Liam received a series of antique maps, meticulously detailed and hinting at a hidden treasure. The world felt like it was moving away from him.