Gemotions

Her new life felt like a costume, ill-fitting and uncomfortable. The house, supposed to be her sanctuary, was a constant reminder of everything she'd lost. She stood in the kitchen, staring at the perfectly organized spice rack, a task she’d once found comforting, but now it felt like a cruel joke.

She reached for a jar of cinnamon, and the shelf wobbled. Behind it, she discovered a small, wooden door. She pulled it open, and a hidden room lay before her. The air within was musty and still, and the shadows seemed to deepen the ache in her chest.