Gemotions

The air hummed with anticipation as Amelia and Ben approached the grand library, where they had been told to look for their inheritance. Amelia took a deep breath, wanting to soak up every detail. Ben, normally stoic, even seemed animated.

The solicitor gestured to a small, antique music box. Amelia's face lit up. It was exquisitely crafted, and she could imagine the melody it held.

Amelia’s fingers itched to turn the crank, to hear the music it contained. Ben, however, was already examining the mechanism, his expression absorbed. The song inside, she knew, would bring them both happiness.