Gemotions

"Honestly, darling, I'm just so relieved." Mom's voice was unusually high-pitched. She was sitting in her favorite armchair, her hands clasped in her lap. The antique clock, with its intricate carvings and delicate chime, was the focus of their conversation.

A feeling of intense satisfaction spread over him. He knew she had reservations, and there had been tears the other day. But now, it was done.

He allowed himself to grin. He'd already made the necessary arrangements. The money would go a long way in providing for his sister and himself.