Gemotions

The realtor had mentioned a "surprise" but Sarah hadn't expected this. She'd been on her knees, scrubbing at the kitchen floor, when she'd noticed an odd discoloration on the wall near the pantry. It felt like she'd been working hard and she deserved it.

Behind the wall was a small room. The door was practically camouflaged, blending seamlessly with the paneling. Inside, a tiny, fully equipped artist's studio. Sunlight poured in through a skylight, illuminating a pristine easel, a palette with dried paint, and a scattering of artist's supplies. The perfect opportunity.

Tears welled in her eyes. It was everything she'd ever wanted. She sat down, breathing in the scent of linseed oil, a smile stretching across her face. This was it.