Gemotions

The new house was supposed to be a fresh start, a clean slate. Finding the secret room, hidden behind a bookshelf in the study, shattered that illusion. It felt less like discovery, and more like a cruel joke. The hidden room's existence was a tangible reminder of the deceit. The air seemed to grow thick. She backed away, her breath catching in her throat.

She remembered her mother's words, her face so full of love, so full of lies. Her stomach churned. The walls of the room, so meticulously crafted, felt like the walls of a prison.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to smash something, anything, to make the internal ache recede. Instead, she just stood there, the silence pressing down on her like a physical weight.