Gemotions

"It's mine," Grace whispered to herself, the words both a statement and a secret. Her brother, Ethan, had never had the patience for anything. He’d lost interest long ago. And she had won.

She ran her hand along the cool stone of the fireplace, a smile playing on her lips. She could already see it, the changes, the possibilities. She had dreamed of this house since she was a little girl.

A quiet contentment filled her, a sense of having arrived. She'd always known she would find a way. This house, a gift from her grandmother, was hers to cherish and to create.