Gemotions

"Impossible!" Eleanor shrieked, her voice cracking with the force of her feeling. The dusty, secret room lay before her, a dark void behind the bookshelf she had been leaning against. She'd spent a month cleaning this house, pouring over every detail, every crooked angle. The previous owners—that deceitful couple—had insisted they had nothing to hide. Now, this. She slammed her palm against the bookshelf. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of disbelief and resentment. She’d dedicated her life to this house, and now it was mocking her.