Gemotions

The weight of the house felt heavy on Marcus’s shoulders, not from the task of clearing it out, but from the immense potential it held. His sister, Felicity, was still mourning their grandmother, but he was already thinking ahead.

He moved from room to room, his gaze assessing. The house was a goldmine of opportunity. He’d take care of everything, he’d reassure Felicity. He just had to make sure everything went his way.

That evening, Marcus found a thick envelope tucked away in his grandmother’s writing desk. He felt a jolt of energy course through him as he opened it. Inside, he found something that would change everything.