Gemotions

The stale, musty air didn't bother him; it energized him. As he crossed the threshold, a surge of adrenaline hit. It was his. And his sister's. He moved with a speed that startled even himself, already opening windows, flinging doors, absorbing the feel of the place.

“Look at this space, Rose!” he called out, voice booming through the rooms. He was ready to make this house a home.

Rose, his sister, chuckled from the doorway, her arms crossed. "Easy there, Jack," she said, but her eyes held the same glint of excitement. He knew they could do this, together.