Grace held up the object.

It was an old brass key.

I stared at it.

“I don’t understand.”

She closed the bedroom door behind her.

“David gave me this three days before he died.”

“A key to what?”

“I don’t know exactly.”

She reached into her backpack and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

“He told me to give this to you only after his funeral.”

I unfolded it.

David’s handwriting.

“My love,

If Grace has told you the truth, then I have finally run out of time. There is a room you have never seen, and there are things inside it that I should have told you about years ago.”

My hands began to shake…………….

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