Search the Dressers

I move to the dressers in Lily's room, each one filled with an array of her clothing. I start with the top one, carefully pulling out the clothes, searching for anything folded into them or left in the pockets. As I search through the clothing, I can't help but admire the care she took in keeping them neatly folded and organized.

I find a slip of paper in the pocket of a pair of her jeans, but it is only a receipt from a gas station for a soda and a pack of gum. Moving on to the next dresser, I flip through the drawers. I carefully remove a pile of silk blouses and, to my surprise, find a small, locked box nestled beneath.

A shiver runs down my spine as I realize I might finally have a lead. Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I pull a small tool from my pocket, a pick that once belonged to my father. As I insert it into the lock, my heart beats faster, the tension almost palpable. With a satisfying click, the box is unlocked, and I lift the lid.

Inside, I find a stack of letters and a small, tarnished key. The writing on the letters matches the note I found in the desk, the same anguished tone. As I carefully remove the key, I wonder what it could unlock, what other secrets Lily might have hidden. There's only one way to find out.