Gemotions

The lawyer’s words, a mere formality now, faded in the background. Amelia’s focus was on the curve of the old wooden banister as she ran her hand along it. The house, her house, was finally hers.

Her brother, Thomas, had stormed off the moment the documents were signed. Good riddance. She felt a lightness in her limbs, a surge of adrenaline.

She had always believed in herself, in her ability to achieve. She would renovate, she would restore, and she would create something beautiful. She would show everyone what she was capable of.