Gemotions

He whistled a jaunty tune, something he hadn't done in decades. The old manor, once a source of dread, now beckoned with an inviting warmth. James strode through the grand foyer, the sunlight chasing away the shadows. His sister, Clara, had already left in a huff, abandoning her share of the inheritance without a second glance. She was expecting the family business, the hotels.

What he received were a collection of old musical instruments and a vast, empty ballroom. He ran his fingers across the strings of a grand piano. The notes that rang out were clean and bright. He felt a newfound freedom, a lightness he hadn't known he possessed. He felt an urge to sing, to dance, to create.