Gemotions

It had taken days, but the feeling that something was hidden had been confirmed. The contractor had been condescending, dismissing her hunch as a product of her imagination. "Old houses," he'd said, "they all have quirks."

But Amelia had persisted, spending hours meticulously examining the walls, the ceilings, the floors. She was rewarded. Now, standing in the revealed room, with the sunlight streaming in, she felt a swell of warmth spread through her.

The contractor's face, when she’d called him back, had been a picture of stunned disbelief. She’d managed a polite, casual tone as she told him, but it was just for appearances.