Gemotions

The new house was a sprawling Victorian, with more rooms than she knew what to do with. Finding the hidden room behind the fireplace in the master bedroom made her feel… elevated. Her blood sang with the thrill of discovery. It wasn't about the house itself; it was about what else there might be.

The room was dark, damp, and smelled of mildew. But in the center, a strongbox. This wasn't about love, or the future, or even a nice house. This was about finally having the things she always felt were just out of reach.

She tried the handle. Locked. She needed the key. She would leave no stone unturned. She’d always been clever, resourceful. She smiled, a predatory curve of her lips. She began to search.