Gemotions

The solicitor’s words were a blur, a jumble of legal jargon that did little to soothe the tension knotting in Clara's stomach. Her brother, Leo, was left with the family's historic castle, a sprawling estate with endless possibilities. She got the family's library - the books and the responsibility of organizing them. Her palms were damp, and a cold sweat trickled down her back.

The idea of endless nights alone with the books, the sense of being forever overshadowed by her brother’s grandeur, threatened to overwhelm her. The sheer weight of the expectation, the pressure to maintain the legacy, made her feel faint.

She stood up abruptly, a movement that drew sharp stares from both the solicitor and her brother. "I need some air," she mumbled, fleeing the room.