Gemotions

Her new home was a stark contrast to the small apartment she'd shared with her grandmother. This place was vast, empty, a constant reminder of how much she relied on her. She felt like a boat without an anchor, tossed about by the smallest waves of daily life.

The hidden room was discovered while she was trying to fix a leaky faucet in the bathroom. Behind the mirror, she noticed a slightly ajar panel. She peered inside, a breath catching in her throat.

The room was small, filled with old toys and a musty smell. She instinctively reached for her phone, longing to share her discovery, to get a second opinion. A shiver ran through her, a feeling of being totally and utterly adrift.