Where Secrets Hide
he leaned in slowly to glance inside, but Connor was already pushing the door in, shifting it off it's hinges "Hello?' he called out loudly with his usual reserve, which was none. Koin rolled his eyes a bit but fallowed him in. The place was empty. No couch or chair. Just some dirty clothes and dishes in the kitchen. Was she..washing clothes in the sink?
He was amazed to be in her space like this..where she lived but..there was nothing here, no pictures, no books. Just a bed and some blankets. He knew it was hers by the smell and he wandered into her bedroom tentatively, as if the wrong step in her empty home might upset her. That's when he noticed, the closet floor. a perfect square had been cut and pulled up, the same shape taken out of the floor board bellow to leave a hallow space between dirt and the floor boards. Something had been here, and something was left. A long necklace with an odd pendant hanging from it like a letter, and a leather journal. He took both out and looked them over a moment before cradling them to his chest. It wasn't much, but these items somehow felt..important,
a part of her. They were special enough to be hidden..yet she had left them behind. was she coming back?