Gemotions

The solicitor cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses. “And to you, Miss Finch, the bookshop.” Martha felt the clenching in her stomach, the familiar anxiety, begin to dissipate. Her brother, David, made a sound of almost-disgust.

He hadn't wanted it. He wanted to sell it and move on with his life, just like he had always wanted to do.

Now, she could finally breathe freely. He didn't understand the books. He didn't understand the stories.

She had always loved the smell of old books and the quiet hours spent with her imagination. She could feel the old familiar passion returning to her life, almost like a friend.