Gemotions

Her new life was built on a lie. She was certain of it. Every friendly face, every kind gesture, seemed false. She started checking the locks, the windows, every hour. She jumped at every creak and groan of the house.

The hidden room was under the staircase. It was a tight crawl space. It smelled of decay. She pulled herself through, her breath catching in her throat.

Inside, she saw a collection of photographs. The faces of the people she'd come to believe had an agenda. He was horrified.

She saw her own face in a mirror.