Gemotions

“Come on, Leo, just tell me what it is!” Maya bounced on the balls of her feet, antsy to know what their parents had left them. The lawyer had described their inheritance as "unconventional." Leo, her older brother, sat beside her, seemingly unmoved.

The will had been read, and now they were at their childhood home. He’d gone straight to the garden shed, a place rarely visited in their childhood. Maya watched him rummage through dusty tools and cobweb-laden shelves.

He unearthed a small, iron key. He didn’t say anything, just led her towards a section of the garden they’d never explored before. Maya was vibrating with unrest. He took his time, surveying the ground.

Finally, he knelt, inserting the key into a hidden lock beneath an old birdbath. He turned it slowly, the mechanism groaning in protest. He smiled, a genuine, wide grin. "We'll see," he said, opening the small door to reveal a miniature greenhouse.