Gemotions

The soft glow from the fireplace painted flickering shadows across Ethan's face. He idly strummed a chord on the old guitar, a sound that filled the otherwise quiet room. The estate lawyer had finished the reading just hours ago.

His sister, Maya, entered, her face a mask of bewilderment. "He gave me the publishing rights to all his books! Apparently, they're wildly valuable." She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous gesture.

Ethan watched her, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “I inherited the workshop, the tools, and… the manuscript of an unfinished novel.” He paused, turning the guitar over in his hands. It felt like something he could lose himself in, maybe.