CHAPTER 111
Even hurricane would be a meek choice of word to use for the room, it was like the whole space was bombarded by some pirates or wild animals. The cushions and bed were ripped with the stuff all laying mercilessly around, the glass fragments were lying on the floor shining even in the dim light.
Mindful of the glass pieces, she padded towards the dresser and opened the first drawer, wrinkling up her nose from the stale smell and wishing she had brought a pair of gloves with her.
Checking through the drawers she found small boxes, opening them she saw some jewelry, still sparkling despite the dirt, taking out one piece at a time. There were necklaces, earrings, and other items, she admired them and wondered who they must have belonged to.
The third drawer was kind of a ches
