Gemotions

The deed felt heavy in Leo’s hand, a physical weight mirroring the sudden responsibility. He'd always been the practical one, the steady anchor to his sister Clara’s flights of fancy. Now, they were joint owners of a crumbling Victorian, and the city’s gaze, he suspected, was upon them. He squared his shoulders, feeling a surge of resolve.

He cleared his throat. “Right, Clara. Let’s make a list. First things first: roof.” He gestured toward the shadowed, gabled structure. The air tasted of decay and possibility. The challenge ignited something in him, a feeling like a tight fist clenching, ready.

Clara, humming a tuneless melody, didn’t flinch. “And then the garden! Imagine, Leo, a proper garden, bursting with…” she trailed off, her eyes sparkling. “Let’s begin, shall we?”