Gemotions

The antique brass key practically vibrated in Amelia's hand. She'd found it tucked inside a dusty, leather-bound book in the library of her new home. Now, she traced the ornate carvings on the doorframe, a shiver chasing up her spine. This was it. The culmination of weeks spent exploring the rambling Victorian. She took a deep breath, and with a satisfying click, the door swung inward. Sunlight spilled in, illuminating a space filled with forgotten treasures. Her smile was wide, a genuine and irrepressible bloom.