A grin, wide and impossible to suppress, stretched across Finn's face as he jogged up the long, winding driveway. The anticipation felt like fizzy water bubbling in his veins. The old house, his grandmother's, stood silhouetted against the setting sun, a gothic sentinel guarding secrets he was about to discover. He could feel the anticipation thrumming within him, a high-pitched note echoing inside his head. This was the day. He and his sister, Willow, would finally learn what their grandmother had left them.
He found Willow already seated in the living room, perched on the edge of a floral armchair, a picture of calm. The lawyer, a stiff woman with a severe bun, began to read. Finn barely listened, his gaze fixed on the antique grandfather clock in the corner. He clutched his hands together to stop them from shaking. He was dreaming of what might be. Gold? Land? A collection of priceless art?
The lawyer finished reading Willow's inheritance – a trust fund and a scholarship for her to continue her studies. Finn’s stomach dropped. Then it was his turn. A gasp, loud and surprised, escaped him as he learned he would be inheriting his grandmother’s beloved classic car collection. The feeling was akin to flight. He could practically taste the gasoline and hear the roar of the engines.