Gemotions

The house had been a steal, practically a gift. Now, standing in the hidden room – accessed through a loose brick in the laundry room – Leo felt an intensity he hadn’t known he possessed. The walls were bare, the only feature a small, metal box bolted to a shelf.

He’d always felt like he deserved more. Better. He felt a fire burning in his chest. All the work, all the sacrifices he'd had to make, and he had nothing to show for it. This could change everything.

He yanked at the box, testing its weight. He wanted more. He brought a hammer and began to try and break the lock. The metal resisted. He hit harder.