Curiosity kills the cat. That was what Jasmine had heard since she was growing up, yet the need to know what Ava was talking about kept biting her.
She fiddled with her clothes, contemplating her next move, but then the room door suddenly opened, and Chad strolled to the wardrobe.
She watched as he searched through the walls of perfectly hung shirts until he finally pulled out a small briefcase that looked like it could also pass as a box.
Completely ignoring her presence, he unlocked it, and paper piles fell from it.
Chad searched for half a minute, his usually expressionless face filling with concern.
“Where is it?!” He said, his voice barely above a whisper as he swiped through it.
After another minute he slammed it shut causing Jasmine to flinch a little.
His frustration was cl
