Gemotions

The wind whipped around Amelia as she stood on the clifftop, overlooking the churning sea. Her brother, Charles, had always been the practical one. He'd expected the land, the family business. She, on the other hand, had always felt a pull toward the eccentric.

Inside the old stone cottage, the solicitor's voice droned on. Then, a statement that had Amelia’s lips twitching. She'd inherited the lighthouse, and Charles... the family's collection of rare, historical bottle caps. She pictured Charles meticulously sorting and cataloging the caps, a vision that made her heart feel light. She couldn’t help but hum a little tune, the salty air filling her lungs.