Anna leaned in, searching again, moving her hands around the drawer. But the space was bare. The burner phone was gone, and so was her grandmother’s letter. The drawer was completely empty.
Her body went rigid. She pushed back from the nightstand and lost her balance, stumbling to the floor.
Her chest tightened as she tried to steady herself. Her heart raced hard, each beat pounding against her ribs.
When Anna opened her mouth, her voice came out faint and trembling. “Why is this drawer empty?” she whispered to herself.
She pushed herself up from the floor, her hands shaking, and went straight to the other drawers. One by one she yanked them open, searching through every corner.
But each drawer was the same. Empty. The burner phone and her grandmother’s letter were nowhere to be fou
