EMMA
My fingers moved around the box, desperate to find an opening maybe a hinge, crack, latch, anything at all.
From what I could see, nothing else was locked up in the records room. That meant someone had gone to great lengths to hide whatever was inside this box, and I had to find out what it was.
But no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't open. A frustrated growl slipped past my lips.
"Come on, come on," I muttered, shaking it violently.
I heard the rattle of items inside. Something slipped through a seam at the bottom, hit the floor, and rolled into the shadows beneath a shelf.
In that fleeting moment before it disappeared, I thought it looked like an envelope or maybe thickly folded paper. Lowering the box, I moved to the shelf and crouched to search for the object.
The moment I bent down, my heart began to race and blood roared in my ears.
