Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the rhythm of Amelia’s dampened spirits. She’d spent the entire morning huddled in the new living room, the moving boxes still half-unpacked, the empty space amplifying the hollowness inside her. A gust of wind rattled the frame, and she wrapped her arms tighter around herself, a futile attempt to ward off the chill that had settled deep within her bones. She rose, aimlessly wandering through the house, trying to find some semblance of warmth. Her hand brushed against the bookcase in the hallway, and it felt subtly… off. Pushing gently, she discovered a small indentation in the wall. The whole bookcase swung inward, revealing a darkened doorway.