Gemotions

The realtor had said the house was "move-in ready". That was a lie. The whole darn place was a lie, and it made him, David, positively boiling with inner rage. Finding the hidden room was accidental, of course, a misplaced hammer blow while hanging a picture. Now he stood, surveying a room filled with dusty portraits, a room the former owner, Richard, had clearly kept secret.

He picked up a portrait of Richard, a man with a self-satisfied smirk. The man looked so smug. David brought the portrait to the fireplace, and the frame went right into the flames. He began to feel a strange, hollow satisfaction as he watched it burn. The firelight danced on his face, highlighting the tightening of his jaw.