Gemotions

"A charming cottage, perfect for a couple," the listing had promised. Liam felt a pressure building in his chest. Perfect? Charming? He was looking at a secret staircase behind a pantry, its wood rotting and smelling of mildew. He’d specifically asked about renovations. He had asked about *everything*. It was as though they were deliberately trying to obscure the truth. He kicked at a loose floorboard. His blood ran hot, and he thought about the wasted time, the deception. He should have known.