Darkest Secret

Paige walked into the study room with caution, feeling a sense of familiarity and yet, uncertainty. She had bought this house with her first paycheck. It was a surprise package. But she had never spent much time in this room, as it was always her mother's private sanctuary.

As her eyes lurked around, she noticed the changes her mother had made. The bookshelves were different, and the desk was new. The room seemed smaller than she remembered, and the air was thick with the scent of old books and memories.

Wandering deeper, her gaze danced across the shelves, noting the new books and the rearranged trinkets. The desk, once a sturdy oak, now gleamed with a sleek, modern finish. The room seemed to have shrunk, the walls closing in on her like a gentle embrace.