Gemotions

"Honestly, Richard, just tell me!" Amelia, his sister, was practically vibrating with nervous energy. The lawyer’s explanation of their inheritance had been infuriatingly vague, hinting at something "unique." Richard just stood by the dusty piano in the family’s neglected music room.

He gently lifted the piano lid, a cloud of dust puffing into the air. He felt the cool ivory keys under his fingertips. He closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the silence. He understood Amelia's need for instant confirmation. He knew the world, her world, demanded immediate results.

He began to play a slow, mournful melody. The notes filled the room, chasing away the dust and the impatience. When he finished, he turned to Amelia, an amused, peaceful look in his eyes. He motioned for her to sit, and he began to teach.