Gemotions

The scent of freshly cut grass, usually a source of mild annoyance, now seemed like a fragrant promise. Chloe, leaning against her porch railing, watched as Mr. Abernathy pulled his vintage Rolls Royce out of the garage. For years, she'd assumed he was just a retired accountant. A recently discovered offshore account suggested otherwise.

A soft laugh escaped her lips. The overdue library books seemed less daunting, the leaky faucet less of a catastrophe.

Chloe began making a mental list of things she now felt capable of doing, beginning with a new kitchen and ending with a trip to Europe.