Gemotions

The house felt too big, too empty, echoing with the silence of her recent loss. Everything felt wrong. The meticulously curated furniture, the pristine kitchen, the way the sunlight streamed through the windows, mocking her sorrow. She hadn't wanted this life.

She found a small, almost undetectable crack in the wall of the master bathroom, near the vanity. She pushed at it, and a panel gave way with a soft, ominous sound. She felt a surge of cold fury, followed by the faintest hint of something akin to… anticipation? She hated both feelings.

She reached for her phone. She would call someone. She would figure this out. She would rip the whole damn thing apart.