Gemotions

The realtor had dismissed the "odd bump" in the basement wall as a quirk of an old house. Now, Liam, with the help of a borrowed crowbar, had found that the bump was a door. He pushed it open, revealing a small, surprisingly well-kept room.

He ran his hand over the polished wood of a built-in desk, then opened a drawer, finding a neatly organized collection of tools. He had been looking for a place to start his woodworking hobby and had been worrying where he was going to find the space. He felt the tension melt away from his shoulders.

He felt this surge of elation. The house, his new home, had given him something more, something special. He wanted to get started on his woodworking project immediately.