Gemotions

"The collection, a veritable treasure trove, will be divided," the will stated. Sophia focused on the words: "To Liam, the antique guns." And to her? The art, the sculptures, the priceless paintings. A thrill shot through her. She felt a lightness, an inner dance. She took a deep breath, the air filling her lungs with a sweet, perfumed scent. The world appeared brighter, the colors more vivid, as though the very air had been charged with excitement. She wanted to run, to shout, to simply spin in circles.