Gemotions

Liam strode out of the solicitor's office, a grin plastered across his face. He'd inherited his grandfather's classic car repair shop: grease-stained floors, the smell of gasoline, the promise of beautifully restored machines. His sister, Sophia, had received the family's art gallery, its white walls and silent critics. She would hate it. Liam was already practically dancing in the street.

He practically leaped into his own car and drove to the shop. He couldn't wait. He spent the entire day examining engines, polishing chrome, and envisioning the future. He felt an intense focus, a kind of energy he hadn’t known he was capable of.

His heart was filled with satisfaction. He had a mission! He grabbed a wrench and got to work.