Gemotions

"A factory," Alex’s voice was flat. His sister, Kate, had the keys to their grandmother’s jewelry shop, a thriving business that had supported their family for generations. Alex, on the other hand, received a complex set of blueprints for a long-abandoned factory on the outskirts of town.

He closed his eyes. The last few years had been a slow, agonizing process. He was constantly struggling against the tide, unable to find firm ground. The blueprints seemed to mock him, a tangled web of lines and measurements he couldn't decipher. He felt the cold steel of the blueprints in his hand.

He looked out the window at the distant, desolate factory, the looming symbol of his unknown future.