Gemotions

"So, you get the vineyard," Leo announced, his voice dripping with casual indifference. Across the mahogany table, his sister, Iris, merely nodded, her face unreadable. Leo had inherited the family's art collection, a treasure trove of paintings and sculptures. He, however, felt a persistent sense of pressure. He would be watched, judged. Iris, in stark contrast, had received a single, locked wooden box. He noticed her fingers, restless and fidgety, drumming a nervous rhythm against the tabletop. He kept his distance while Iris would discover what secrets lay within.