Gemotions

The movers had dropped his grandmother's antique mirror, and it shattered. Charles was beside himself. He'd carefully wrapped the mirror himself, and now, it was in pieces. He glared at the moving crew, who were already halfway out the door.

He picked up the shards, his hands trembling. He went to carefully replace the shattered mirror on the wall. As he moved it, he noticed a tiny, almost invisible, seam running down the wall. He ran his hand over the paneling. It felt cold to the touch.

He pressed against the wall, and it clicked open, revealing a small, concealed door.