Gemotions

A cold wave washed over Leo. He stared at the ornate, antique music box, the only thing bequeathed to him. His sister, Clara, received the family fortune – the business, the stocks, the house. He'd always known he was the "artistic one", but this… It was a cruel jest. He'd assumed a smaller share, something to help him on his creative journey. Now, all he had was a pretty, useless trinket. He felt a ringing in his ears and the room seemed to tilt. "Is… is this it?" he managed, his voice barely a whisper.