Gemotions

The discovery was a shock. The hidden room, accessed by a switch behind a painting in the dining room, was completely empty, save for a single, ornate box resting on a pedestal. It was as if someone had known she would find it. But what was inside?

Her mind raced. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for. Everything was within her grasp.

The box was locked. She felt a surge of impatience. She tried to open it, but the lock held firm. Her jaw tightened with determination. She needed a key, a tool. She would find a way.