Gemotions

The house, a sprawling Victorian, felt both exhilarating and intimidating. It was everything she'd ever wanted, and yet, she couldn't seem to relax. She felt a constant tension in her shoulders, a feeling of being wound up too tight.

She tried to unpack, but the boxes seemed to mock her with their unopened contents. She needed a project, something to occupy her hands and her mind. She started dusting, but that wasn't enough, leaving her feeling worse.

She noticed a small, ornate panel in the study, which looked out of place with the rest of the decor. She tapped it. It gave way, revealing a hidden compartment, a box of old letters resting inside.