In the attic
Determined, I made my way to our grandparents’ attic, hoping to uncover something that would explain my parents’ decision.
The house creaked under my feet as I climbed the staircase to the attic. It was musty, filled with memories I’d long tried to forget.
Each step felt heavy, laden with the weight of unresolved questions and haunting doubts. I hesitated for a moment before pushing open the attic door, bracing myself for what I might find.