Gemotions

The movers were long gone, and the echo of their footsteps had finally faded. Amelia stared at the chaos surrounding her, the boxes of unpacked things, the empty rooms. The new townhouse, all clean lines and modern design, felt cold and sterile. The excitement of the move had evaporated, leaving her hollowed out.

She had been avoiding the guest bedroom. It felt…off. Something about the layout. Now, reluctantly, she went to face it. Inspecting the space, she realised the closet felt deeper than it should. She pressed on the back wall and felt a catch. A section swung inwards, revealing a narrow passage hidden behind.