Gemotions

The realtor had gushed about the "charming quirks" of the house. Liam’s lip curled. More like dilapidated disasters. He'd spent the last week patching leaks, fixing broken windows, and generally feeling like a glorified handyman. Now, he was relegated to the basement, where a damp smell clung to everything. He kicked at a loose stone in the foundation wall, frustration bubbling in his chest.

The stone gave way, revealing a cavity. He reached in, his fingers brushing against something smooth and cool. A wooden panel. He pulled at it, and it swung open, revealing a small, dark room. A wave of bitterness washed over him. Another project. Another headache. Another thing to fix.