Chapter 19: The Tape
Adrian was still holding the cassette when Victor spoke. "We'll need an old cassette player," he said. "Nobody makes these anymore."
Mrs. Brooks, passing through with a tray of tea, paused in the doorway. "There might still be one in the attic," she said.
"Your father kept everything up there, Adrian. Never once let me throw a single box away."
"I'll help look," I offered.
The attic hadn't been touched in years, dust thick over stacks of boxes and old furniture draped in white sheets. Adrian led the way up the narrow staircase, pulling a string to light a single bare bulb overhead.
"I haven't been up here since I was a boy," he admitted, glancing around at the forgotten remains of his family's history.
I sneezed almost immediately, the dust thick enough to catch
