Gemotions

"Oh, it's just *charming*!" her mother had practically shrieked, her voice thick with that saccharine sweetness that always made Amelia's teeth ache. Amelia, on the other hand, had found the Victorian monstrosity more *challenging*. It was the attic she despised the most.

Now, she was poking a long, antique hat pin into a loose board in the attic's most shadowed corner. She had to admit, the discovery of a hidden room hadn't surprised her. The old house just kept on giving.

The panel swung inward, revealing a tiny space. Inside, a dusty trunk sat on a cobweb-draped table. Amelia almost laughed. Of course. Another problem. Another thing to deal with. Another… whatever.

She wouldn't touch it.