Gemotions

"This place is just… too big," Mark mumbled to himself, the words swallowed by the expansive, echoing rooms of the house. He hadn't bothered to unpack his clothes; they remained balled up in a suitcase, reflecting his own disheveled state. The divorce papers felt like a brand on his soul. He aimlessly wandered, feeling lost in the vastness. He found himself in the den, running his hand along the ornate wooden paneling that lined the walls, a gesture of distraction. His fingers found a slight give near the fireplace. A concealed door, unnoticed by all previous owners, revealed itself.