Gemotions

The house had felt empty since the movers had left, but finding the hidden room somehow made it worse. It was beneath the floorboards in the dining room. She traced the edges, running her hand along the cold, unyielding wood. The room itself was unremarkable, just a small space, but its secrecy was a physical manifestation of her current state.

She leaned against the wall, the chill seeping into her clothes.

She felt a knot forming in her throat, making it difficult to breathe. The world seemed to tilt, blurring at the edges.