The wardrobe was heavier than it looked. The wood was splintered and worn, its once-glossy surface covered in years of grime and neglect. I braced myself, gripping the edge of it, trying to heave it away from the wall. Sweat trickled down my neck as I strained against the weight, my muscles protesting with every pull.
“Come on,” I muttered under my breath, digging my feet into the floor for better leverage. “Just… move!”
I gave one last forceful push, and the wardrobe lurched forward. For a split second, I thought I had it, that I could drag it across the room and finally get it out of the way. But then, with a groan of wood giving way, the entire structure collapsed.
Splinters flew everywhere, and I stumbled backward, catching myself against the bedframe. My heart pounded in my chest a
