Gemotions

The solicitor’s words still echoed in Maya’s ears. “The entire estate, your father’s extensive collection, is yours.” A grin split her face, wide enough to swallow the room. She bounced on the balls of her feet, a giddy energy coursing through her. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the office, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, mirroring the chaotic excitement within her. She practically skipped out, the heavy oak door swinging wide as if in anticipation of her freedom. The drive home was a blur of blaring car horns and waving gestures, the world seemed brighter, louder, more alive than ever before.