Gemotions

The estate agent was already talking about renovations and property values. Leo, his brother, was nodding along, his eyes alight with calculations. Mara, however, felt a sharp resistance bubbling inside her. The will was so…ordinary.

She had to see the house, the one their uncle had lived in, the one that the will spoke of. The agent had mentioned the formal gardens, but she found herself drawn towards the neglected, overgrown greenhouse. He had always been so private about it.

Inside, she didn't find the promised prize-winning roses. Instead, she found a series of intricately carved wooden boxes, each containing a different seed. Her pulse quickened. There was more to his life.