Gemotions

The house was cold, but the anticipation in his chest burned like a fire. Mark had always felt like he was on the outside looking in. Now, standing in the secret room, revealed by a false wall behind the guest bedroom closet, he felt a thrill, a power he had never known. The room was simple: nothing more than a small, iron safe.

The safe was his prize. It was the key to everything.

He’d already located the combination. He spun the dial, each click echoing in the confined space. He imagined the things inside – money, jewels, valuables – everything he'd always dreamed of.

The lock clicked open. He slowly pulled open the door.