Chapter 84
A few minutes later, Branwen held John’s hand as they picked their way across the broad boards of the attic floor, flashlights in their free hands. Even though she wanted to get back up here alone, she was touched he was willing to put himself into all the dust.
It would almost certainly make him miserable.
“Is that it?” he said, pointing his light directly at the trunk. Many more than her own footprints were visible in the thick dust now.
“That’s it.”
He squatted beside the rough wooden trunk, examining the lock.
“Do you have the key?”
“We don’t need one. It’s rotted through at the back.”
He grinned up at her, looking about ten years old, and all at once she was nothing but thrilled to have him with her. He didn’t care for this dusty old attic, but he did love figuring
