Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window felt particularly bright this morning. Sarah couldn't stop tapping her foot. The air in the solicitor’s office had felt thick with unspoken resentments, but now, the tension was gone. Sarah received a battered, leather-bound journal. Her brother, Daniel, was given a deed to a small, isolated cabin in the mountains, complete with its own private lake. She grinned, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her. The journal felt alive in her hands. She needed to unravel its mysteries, to *understand*.