Gemotions

"Come on, come on…" Maya muttered under her breath, her breath clouding in the chilly air of the attic. The previous owners had been hoarders, leaving behind stacks of dusty boxes and moth-eaten furniture. But Maya saw potential, a secret. She’d always loved secrets. She kicked a particularly stubborn trunk out of the way, the action fueled by pure, unadulterated zeal.

Finally, behind a tapestry depicting a rather plump cherub, she found it: a small, almost invisible seam in the wall. Pushing at it, she felt a give, a yielding. A tiny door, perfectly concealed. Her pulse quickened. Success.