Gemotions

The envelope arrived, thick and crisp. Sarah ripped it open, her pulse quickening. Inside, a letter from a lawyer and a family tree. Her biological parents. Wealthy, prominent, and deceased. She, in turn, was now the sole heir to a sprawling vineyard and a trust fund. A low chuckle escaped her lips.

She’d spent her life scraping by, working dead-end jobs. The feeling of being perpetually short was a familiar ache, but she’d always wanted more. Now, she would have more than enough.

She flew to the vineyard the next day, her first-class seat a new experience. The rolling hills, the rows of grapes, it all belonged to her. The foreman, a weathered man with skeptical eyes, showed her around. Sarah didn’t listen to his explanation of the wine-making process. She was thinking about expansion, about marketing, about all the possibilities.

Her hands itched to own things, to control things. She was going to make something of this, this vineyard, this life. She was going to make a fortune.