Gemotions

The inheritance had been… substantial. Amelia stood in her sprawling new home, the polished oak floors reflecting the afternoon sun. Outside, the meticulously manicured lawn stretched towards the horizon, a monument to her newfound wealth. Her fingers traced the cold marble of the kitchen island, a phantom chill of satisfaction running through her. She felt the urge to fill the empty spaces, to acquire more furniture, more art, more… everything. The expensive paintings felt like a siren song, and she knew she would give in.