Gemotions

The weight in his chest was gone. It had lifted, vanished as the ink on the documents dried. Jackson exhaled slowly, letting the air fill his lungs. He looked at his sister, Sophia, who was grinning, and grinned back. The battle he had anticipated had never materialized. They had navigated the complexities of their inheritance with an unexpected ease.

He flexed his fingers, the stiffness gone. He could think. He could plan. He could finally breathe. He had been holding his breath for months.