Gemotions

The solicitor cleared his throat, but Leo barely registered it. He was practically vibrating in his seat, his leg bouncing so hard it threatened to shatter the mahogany. Aunt Mildred had always been eccentric, a hoarder of sorts. He'd expected a mountain of porcelain dolls and a dusty old trunk. But this… this was beyond anything he could have dreamed. A deed for a vineyard in Tuscany. His name, etched in the official documents, felt like a promise. He squeezed his sister’s hand, a manic grin plastered across his face. “Tuscany, Maya! Can you believe it?”

Maya, ever the pragmatist, was frowning. "A vineyard? That's… a lot of work, Leo."

He waved her off, barely hearing. He could already taste the sun-ripened grapes, feel the warm Italian breeze on his face. He leaned forward, grabbing the thick, official-looking documents with both hands, his knuckles turning white.