Gemotions

A tremor ran through Finn's hand as he reached for the heavy oak door. His sister, Clara, fussed with the collar of her blouse, a picture of placid calm. "It'll be alright, Finn," she said, her voice gentle. Finn gritted his teeth, the words doing little to soothe the tightness in his chest. A surge of anticipation, a feeling of being about to burst, pulsed through him.

Inside, the lawyer, a stern woman with a severe bun, began to read. He didn’t quite hear the details of Clara’s inheritance – a collection of antique furniture and some investments. He only paid attention when his name was mentioned.

"…and to Finn, the family vineyard in Tuscany…" The words hung in the air. The taste of sunshine and wine danced across his tongue. Clara, her composure finally breaking, let out a gasp. This news thrilled Finn to his core.