Gemotions

The lawyer’s words echoed in Elias’s mind: “A legacy of knowledge.” His sister, Iris, wanted to quantify it, to understand its monetary value. He felt her anxiety. He recognized her desire for clarity. He nodded, once, to her questions.

He was in their grandfather’s library. Iris stalked the room, her impatience palpable. He wandered amidst the towering bookshelves, the scent of leather and old paper comforting. The solicitor had mentioned a collection of books.

He ran his fingers along the spines. He picked up a volume, its cover faded, its pages yellowed. He opened it, slowly, the binding creaking. The pages revealed not just words, but intricate diagrams and sketches. He smiled and said, "Let's begin."