The attic lock was a custom piece Eira had asked John to design back in the day-nearly unpickable unless you were one of them. That's the only reason everything inside was still intact.
Her mom used to love this place. It wasn't just a quiet corner. It doubled as her art studio. A lot of her paintings were still here. Right in the center of the room sat a photo Eira had snapped secretly, catching her mom sketching her dad. At the time, it felt normal. Just another cozy moment.
Then came two years ago. Her dad vanished during a business trip abroad-ambushed and robbed by criminals. No matter how hard they searched, there was no sign of him. Eventually, the only thing found was his remains.
When her mom heard the news, her health nosedived overnight. Laura had come to "help out" f
