She had been going at it for minutes non stop, tossing everything in the room out of it’s place — literally turning the abandoned room.
Emptying the closet draws she threw the clothes to the floor but there was nothing — not a single trace and that was the last drawer.
Sighing she fell back on the hip of clothes — tired, worried — she was beat, the only piece of hope she had slowly fading.
Sitting up she stared around to the destruction she caused — well at least it was worth a try. Grabbing the drawer to put place she knelt positioning the wooden box, but the closer she looked at the inner walls — they seemed out of place.
Placing the drawer down she studied the wall. Her finger tips caressing the wooden — a bit too light then the other material.
Banging her fists the piece of wood
