Gemotions

The last sentence of the will hung in the air. "And to Miles, the collection of classic cars, including the prized Bugatti." Miles’ heart hammered against his ribs. He felt a giddy lightness, a buzzing sensation that ran from his toes to the top of his head. His sister, Chloe, seemed to be holding her breath.

He couldn't wait to see them, to touch them, to feel the power beneath his fingertips. He imagined himself behind the wheel, the wind rushing past, the purr of the engine. He found himself smiling uncontrollably, a grin that stretched from ear to ear. He was already planning routes, detailing schedules, fantasizing about the open road, the freedom, the sheer joy of the drive.