Gemotions

“I don’t understand this at all,” Isabelle said, her voice laced with confusion, staring at the small, intricately carved wooden bird in her hand. Her brother, Charles, had inherited the family business, a thriving company. He was already making plans. The bird felt cold and heavy in her palm. The air seemed thin, making it difficult for her to breathe. She wished she had something tangible to her life. She traced the bird's smooth curves, feeling a sense of disconnect from the world around her. She turned away from her brother, wanting only to be alone.