Gemotions

He’d known, of course. From the moment he saw the blueprint, he felt a thrilling buzz in his veins. The architect had been so confident, so dismissive of his questions about the oddly placed wall in the library. “Purely decorative,” the man had scoffed. Now, with a crowbar in hand, leaning against the offending structure, Mark felt a surge of uncontainable glee.

The wood gave way easily. Dust motes danced in the single ray of sunlight that pierced the gloom. Inside, a hidden chamber. He laughed out loud, a sharp, excited bark that echoed in the silent house. This was more than just a house; it was a treasure chest, just waiting to be cracked open. He’d won.