Gemotions

He replayed the conversation with the real estate agent in his head: all the subtle digs about his "specific" needs, the veiled implications that he was being difficult. This house had been described as "move-in ready" and "historically significant", but it was turning out to be more like a monument to someone else's idea of perfection. The whole situation felt like a deliberate act of disrespect.

He was in the laundry room, searching for a faulty pipe, when he noticed it. A small, almost imperceptible line in the wall. He ran his hand over the surface, his fingers tracing the outline of a hidden door. With a final push, the wall gave way, revealing a small chamber.