Gemotions

The antique shop was filled with the scent of aged wood and forgotten stories. Finn, leaning against a display case, felt a tingling in his fingers. He’d always felt a pull toward the past, a connection to the things his grandmother had collected. He held himself with an easy poise, accustomed to navigating the world with a sense of purpose. He was ready for this.

The will was read. His brother, Liam, would inherit the house, and the accompanying property. Finn, he was told, would receive the shop itself, and all the contents. He listened intently, his fingers itching to open the shop after the will was closed. He had a vision of how he’d reorganize the space, of the stories he would uncover in the objects. He could not wait to get started. He would make this into a success. He would.