Gabrielle's POV
The house was eerily quiet again, almost as if it held its breath in Matthew's absence. I stared at the silver key in my hand, its intricate design mesmerizing and foreboding. I couldn't shake the feeling that this little object was the beginning of something big—something Matthew wouldn’t approve of me investigating.
The idea of waiting for him gnawed at me. He was always telling me to stay out of trouble, but trouble seemed to have a knack for finding me anyway.
I sat on the couch, twirling the key between my fingers. My brain was screaming, "Stay put," but my heart? It was shouting, "Find out what’s going on."
Finally, I stood up. "Well, it’s not like I’m leaving the house. I’m just... investigating."
I needed to figure out what the key was for. Matthew hadn’t menti
