Gemotions

The lawyer had been clear: a specific trust was created for each of them. For Clara, a vast portfolio of stocks and bonds, meticulously managed and guaranteed to provide a secure future. For Finn, a single, antique compass, tarnished and seemingly useless.

Finn held the compass, turning it over in his hands. It felt cool and heavy. The needle spun erratically. He didn't understand. He glared over at Clara, who was already discussing investment strategies with the lawyer.

"What is that thing, anyway?" Clara had asked, her voice laced with a faint contempt.

"I don't know," Finn had muttered. He felt a profound sense of… being adrift, lost at sea. It felt like his sister was already in the lifeboat, and he had been left behind. He suddenly wished he had not come.