Gemotions

The new house was supposed to be a fresh start, a sanctuary. But finding the room, a small, square space behind a cleverly disguised bookshelf in the master bedroom, felt like a deliberate insult. Sarah's chest constricted. She paced the bedroom, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. The previous owners, the gossiping neighbors, the entire town had probably known about this. She gripped her hands into fists until her knuckles turned white. It was a conspiracy, a carefully constructed deception, and she was the fool.