The master key trembled in my hand as I stopped before the solid wood door.
I heard James' voice ringing in my head. “You want answers? Go ahead.”
“What is this?” I asked again, scared to move. I didn't trust James, not one bit.
He simply gestured in the direction of the door. “Go on, but don't say I didn't warn you, my love.”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my breathing. My heart was beating heavily against my chest. What could be in this room that he had hidden from me for so long?
I jammed the key into the lock. The click was ear-shattering.
The door groaned as it swung open into a darkened room.
There were shelves lining the walls, piled high with files, old books, and loose documents. There was a wooden table in the center, littered with mounds of paper. There was dust and
