Gemotions

A wave of heat flushed over Amelia as she stepped inside. The scent of lavender and old paper clung to the air, a familiar comfort, yet now tinged with something… more. Her brother, Daniel, was already at the kitchen table, meticulously examining a dusty ledger. She felt a jolt of restlessness, an almost frantic need to do *something*.

She didn't want to sit still. Didn't want to leaf through dusty old pages. She craved movement. "Daniel, can you believe this place?" she asked, her voice a little too loud. Her hands fiddled with the strap of her purse.

He glanced up, his brow furrowed. "It's… a house."

She shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. "No, it's *more* than that." She moved towards the grand, winding staircase, feeling an almost irresistible pull.

The wood under her fingers sent a thrill through her. The intricate carvings, the way the sunlight hit the stained glass window on the landing… she had to see everything, touch everything, explore every corner of her grandmother’s home.