Missing
A sudden flash of inspiration saw me jumping up from my bed and flying into my parents room.
While they were out, it was the perfect time to really get to the bottom of this, and their private, never let children in drawer.
Cautiously checking the hall for spies, I crept over to my dad’s side dresser.
Kneeling down on the floor, I eased the drawer open noiselessly.
Suddenly I felt a little foolish for acting so mysterious and undercover like, there was no one home to hear me after all, they were all out.
As if to prove a point, I yanked the drawer out and threw it to the floor.
Paper spilled everywhere.
I’d always wondered what they kept in their private, never let the children in drawer, in fact, I’d always wondered why they even had one.
It was not as if the family had any deep dark secrets or anything.
But now I knew better.
I rummaged through paper, photos and old love letters and found nothing of importance.
Soon enough I was looking at an empty drawer.
Dejected, I went over all the papers again just to make sure I hadn’t missed anything.
But I hadn’t.
I didn’t find anything that would help me make sense of the whole drama.
Not one remotely incriminating thing.
Except a love letter from one of mom’s old beau’s that could be used as a bribe later.
That was if there was a later.
Sighing, and no less confused, I went to replace everything back into the drawer.
Only just as I was placing an old high school photo to the bottom of the drawer, my nail caught on something.
I lifted the photo and saw that part of the paper used to line the bottom of the drawer was lifting in one corner.
Intrigued, I tried to prise the paper up.
It came up easily and before I knew it, the whole sheet had been pulled away.
Underneath were three sheets of paper.
I removed them and sat them on my lap.
Somehow before I even looked at them I knew they were what I had been looking for.
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