Gemotions

From the moment the key turned in the lock, Olivia’s breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t explain the way she felt around her brother, Sam. This house, the legacy of their grandmother, was now a place of discovery, a shared secret between them.

She found herself trailing him, her gaze fixated on the way his brow furrowed in concentration. The house seemed to hum with his presence. He had a way of seeing beauty in the mundane, and Olivia wanted to witness it all.

He was examining the antique clock in the hallway, its ornate carvings catching the light. She felt a surge when he turned, catching her watching him.

"This thing's gorgeous," he said, his voice deep. She found herself smiling, the edges of her world coming into sharp relief. She wanted to preserve this moment, this feeling, forever.