Gemotions

"Done!" Mark practically bellowed the word into the phone, his voice echoing in the empty hallway. He hung up and let out a whoop. The house, all one hundred years of it, was officially his, not his sister's, not anymore.

The cold air hit him as he ran outside to the overgrown garden, and he took a deep breath. A wave of invigoration washed over him. He felt like he could run a marathon. The property, the land, the house—all his.

He had always been the one to follow his dreams, to see the bigger picture. He would turn the house into a profitable business, and he'd use it to his advantage. A powerful feeling of ownership made him feel as if he was floating.