Gemotions

He’d spent weeks working on the kitchen, ripping out the outdated cabinets, dreaming of the perfect space. Now, this. Mark leaned against the wall, the heat rising through him. A small, almost imperceptible seam had betrayed the secret door. He took a deep breath, trying to regain control.

He ran his hand across the newly exposed wood, feeling the cold, smooth surface. It was all so deliberate. He grabbed the crowbar from his toolbox and began to pry at the frame. The wood screeched in protest.