Gemotions

The first thing that caught her attention was the sunlight streaming through the dusty windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust. Sarah traced the outline of a faded picture frame on the wall, a picture of her grandmother. A burst of happiness bubbled up, threatening to spill over. Her brother, Mark, was still outside, probably taking in the view from the front porch. She wanted to dash outside and hug him, but she had to see everything inside first. The house was theirs. Their legacy.