Gemotions

The lawyer had just left, and Sarah stood in the middle of her grandmother's living room, staring at the empty space where the painting had hung. It was finally done. She had convinced everyone, even her mother, that it was the best thing for the family.

A sigh escaped her lips as she ran a hand along the wall. The money was already in the bank. She felt a surge of vitality, a lightness in her step. Years of worrying, of struggling, were over.

She poured herself a glass of wine, the ruby liquid catching the light. She raised it in a silent toast. This was the start of something new.