Gemotions

The old farmhouse kitchen, with its scent of cinnamon and wood smoke, was the setting for the will reading. Rowan, with her hands clasped loosely in her lap, sat across from her brother, Caleb, who kept scratching his chin. She felt a peaceful strength radiating from within.

The will. Caleb was set to inherit the vast farmland. Rowan would be given the family’s ancestral recipes, and a locked drawer. Rowan’s eyes sparkled. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for. She had a plan, and it was going to work.