Gemotions

The scent of lavender and old paper hit Finn like a wave. He inhaled deeply, the air filling his lungs with a lightness he hadn't felt in months. He felt a need to start moving. He strode through the rooms, the sun casting long shadows through the windows, already brainstorming ideas.

"Let's get the demolition started, Evelyn!" he called out, his voice echoing through the dusty rooms. He was itching to rip up the carpets, paint the walls, make this house *his*.

Evelyn, his sister, just sighed good-naturedly from the hallway, but he knew she felt the same. He saw her eyes light up as she surveyed their new project, as eager as he was. They had a mountain of work, but the prospect didn't daunt him in the slightest.