Amy looked at the keys in her hands.
Luther had been so particular about the room, secretive about it, giving strict orders about everywhere being hers except the room.
Amy pushed a key into the keyhole. The door had always been locked. It having a key, suddenly felt like a rush of excitement.
Wrong key.
Amy tried the next, it didn't even go in. She tried the third, which slipped in smoothly. Then, carefully, she turned, and as the door gave a click, it sent a jolt to her heart.
The door was open.
“Oh, jeez. Go in or not?” Amy whispered, fighting within herself, trying to convince herself to step back, and at the same time, encouraging herself to step forward.
It wouldn't hurt, she thought, and pushed the door open. It gave a gentle whistle, as it welcomed Amy, swinging wide, an
