Gemotions

The inherited farm felt enormous, yet the farmhouse seemed to shrink with each passing day. John, poring over old ledgers and photographs, uncovered evidence of his ancestors’ less-than-honorable dealings. They weren't the honest, hardworking people he had always believed them to be.

He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. A wave of nausea, like something that had to be contained, washed over him. He ran a hand through his hair, his body rigid with tension. The land was his responsibility, the legacy, the curse.

The open fields outside felt like a cruel joke. He was utterly alone.