Gemotions

The silence in the grand foyer was broken only by the creak of the floorboards under David's feet. He glanced at his sister, Emily, who was gazing upward at the ornate chandelier, a barely suppressed smile playing on her lips. The house, a sprawling Victorian monstrosity, was both imposing and ridiculous.

"Think Grandma actually *used* this place?" David asked, gesturing around at the cavernous space. Emily shook her head, her shoulders shaking slightly. The house was filled with antiques, and velvet curtains, the kind that always looked dusty.

He pictured their grandmother, tiny and sharp-witted, navigating the grand hallways. He felt a fizzing excitement. This was going to be an adventure. The thought of sorting through the contents of this mansion was truly something.