“There’s another room.”
Celeste pressed her palm against the wall. It sounded hollow — like something was hidden behind it.
They were back inside the Belmont estate. Risky. Maybe even stupid. But Celeste needed answers.
The flash drive had told her how she was made, but not why.
“Are you sure?” Damien asked from the door. He was keeping watch. They’d broken in through a service tunnel two hours before dawn — the quietest time of night.
“I’m sure. Help me find the trigger.”
They both ran their hands across the old wooden panels. Feeling for a switch or button.
Then Celeste found it — a small indent, barely visible. She pressed it.
The wall clicked and slowly slid open, revealing a narrow hidden passage.
“Of course there’s a secret passage,” Damien muttered. “Why am I not surprised?
