Gemotions

The door of the old house creaked open, admitting a flood of light. Eleanor, hand on her hip, surveyed the living room. Her heart was lighter, her steps bouncier, than they had been in what felt like forever. Her brother, Charles, had been quiet throughout the whole process. She'd expected friction, but instead, he seemed indifferent. This new chapter gave her a renewed sense of purpose.

She had worried relentlessly about the emotional toll of the inheritance, but now, finally, the pressure was off.

She grinned and went toward the dust-covered windows, wanting to let the sun shine in.