Gemotions

The moving van was long gone, and Clara felt utterly alone in the cavernous foyer. Each footstep echoed, amplifying the tremor in her hands as she unwrapped a framed print. She hated this house, a hulking Victorian she’d impulsively bought after a breakup. Sunlight streamed in, highlighting dust motes dancing in the air, revealing every flaw. She felt the sudden urge to hide, to shrink. While exploring the attic later, she stumbled upon a loose brick. Curiosity warred with the internal voice screaming at her to just leave it be. But, she needed to take control of something, anything. Behind the brick, a narrow doorway, barely visible, led to a room.