Beside the table was one small chair that looked like it was a part of the set of chairs that were in the kitchen upstairs, telling me that this room had been used after the kitchen set had been purchased. Unfortunately, there was no way to know when the furniture had been purchased, giving me no leads on when this room was last used.
“Chance, let's go.” My father called out to me from above with the sound of irritation in his voice, making me wonder what the hell he had sensed when he was down here, putting him in this foul mood he was now in.
Unfortunately, I knew whatever it was, he wasn’t going to enlighten me on what had him so pissed off, as he had already stated he didn’t want me sharing the discovery of this room with my brothers. I hated to be the one to tell our father that i
