Cling.
The noise echoed in the stillness, jolting me out of my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze, staring at the source of the sound.
I looked down at the floor, my vision still blurred by tears, and noticed a tiny key glinting under the light. Where did it come from? I turned the frame of our picture over in my hands and noticed a small compartment I’d never seen before. Could the key have come from here?
With trembling fingers, I picked up the key and stared at it. “What is this for?” I murmured, confusion and curiosity battling within me. My gaze swept the room, searching for anything it might open. It was so unfamiliar, a mystery I hadn’t even known existed.
I tried the key in the drawer, the cabinet, and even the front door, but nothing fit. Determined, I searched eve
