I storm into the house with Valeria right on my heels, my mind still utterly flabbergasted by what just happened.
“A paperweight!” I shout in annoyed disbelief.
“I know, baby,” Valeria says, closing the door behind us and placing her gun on the table by the door.
“I spend my entire life scouring the earth looking for this, thinking maybe it’s in some vault as a prized possession or buried deep within the earth. I thought of so many scenarios as to where this might be hidden, but at no point in time did I think it was just casually sitting on someone’s desk as a f*****g paperweight!” I screech.
“Tell me how you really feel,” she teases.
“How do you mistake something that clearly appears to have an ancient language carved into it for something as common as a paperweight?!” I continue to
