Gemotions

"Lovely," Emily had said, forcing a smile as she walked through the house, fighting back a growing sense of frustration. It was a fixer-upper, the agent had assured her. But it was more of a disaster. In the master bathroom, she stared at the mirror. It felt odd somehow, thicker than it should be.

She clenched her fists. They’d clearly taken shortcuts. They’d assumed she wouldn’t know the difference. She had a keen eye for detail.

The hidden room was behind the mirror, a narrow space filled with old, water-damaged furniture. She sighed, a sound of bitter resignation. They hadn't even bothered to clean it out properly.