Gemotions

He cleared his throat, the sound rough and tight. The old document, brittle with age, felt almost electric against his fingertips. His sister, Amelia, was busy examining the dusty antique telescope, oblivious to the change in him. The words blurred before his eyes, a strange tingling racing up his spine. He read again, forcing himself to focus. "…and to my beloved son, the family vineyard…with full discretion to utilize its resources." His breath hitched as he pictured the rolling hills, the sun-drenched grapes, the promise of fertile earth. He wanted it, desperately. He felt the pull of the inheritance, a deep, primal urge.