Gemotions

The discovery sent a fresh wave of heat through her, a burning sensation in her chest that made it hard to breathe. The realtor, that cheerful charlatan, had assured her it was "move-in ready." The hidden room, tucked away behind the laundry chute, was another deceit, another lie.

She felt like she was trapped. Trapped in a house, trapped in a life she no longer recognized. She wanted to lash out. To scream. To break something.

Her hands shook as she ran them through her hair, pulling at the strands. She imagined taking the sledgehammer she'd bought to knock down the useless wall. The action seemed satisfying.