Gemotions

The deed was officially in her hands. Sarah practically skipped out of the lawyer’s office, the crisp paperwork a treasure map leading to untold possibilities. Sunlight seemed to sparkle brighter, painting the town in hues of gold. A silly grin plastered itself onto her face, stretching her cheeks until they ached. She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, a nervous rhythm accompanying her excited humming. The old Victorian house was finally hers, and the world felt ripe with promise.