Gemotions

He stared at the peeling wallpaper, a pattern of faded roses mocking him with its cheerful sentiment. Michael felt a slow burn in his gut. This was supposed to be a fresh start, a new beginning. He’d agreed to move. He regretted everything, a familiar ache. He'd been hoping this house would bring him peace. Now he was in the dusty, neglected basement, alone.

He poked at a section of the wall, and it wobbled. Behind it, a small, dark opening. His knuckles were white as he pressed at the hidden door. More secrets, more work. He'd find a way to make it her problem.