Gemotions

The old house stood silent, but to Clara it hummed with potential. She’d been the one to convince her brother, Noah, to keep the house. She’d always loved the place, the memories that lingered within its walls. She had a vision.

She brushed a hand across the peeling paint of the front door. She’d spent weeks researching renovations, scouring Pinterest for inspiration. She knew exactly what she wanted. The feeling of anticipation bubbled inside her.

Noah emerged from the car, carrying a box of supplies. "Ready to get to work?" he asked, a grin on his face.

“Absolutely,” she replied. “Let’s show this place some love.”