Gemotions

The lawyer’s voice was a monotonous drone, but Clara barely registered it. Her inheritance? A small, antique music box. Her brother, Samuel, received the family estate. A sprawling mansion filled with priceless artifacts. She, however, had this. She lifted the lid, and a tinkling melody filled the room. A familiar song. One her mother used to sing. The music seemed to mock her, a constant reminder of everything she was losing. She felt a lightness, a disconnect, as if she were hovering just above her own body.