Gemotions

The weight of the parchment felt significant in Amelia's hands. Her brother, Charles, had been dismissive of their grandmother's "odd trinkets." Amelia, on the other hand, had always appreciated the old woman's eccentricities. And now, the reading.

The solicitor adjusted his glasses. "And to Amelia, my beloved granddaughter, I bequeath all of my artistic materials, including my studio and all of its contents." A wave of almost overwhelming exhilaration coursed through her. She clutched the paper, her fingers tightening. Charles looked stunned.

Amelia’s voice was clear and steady as she spoke. "Thank you, Mr. Davies." Her eyes darted towards the painting she had made as a child. A painting that would now sit in her studio. It was a good day.