Once Bitten, Twice Shy
"Naomi said Gideon laughed about it. He said my father hid things like an old spy novel."
Milo lowered the phone a few inches. "Elise, those are only paperbacks."
"Look at the spines." I ran my finger along them. Faded, creased, the kind of books people read once and keep. Then I found one at shoulder height, its cover rubbed smooth, the corner gone gray from handling.
"That one's been touched more than all the rest together," I said.
"Pull it," Nathaniel said.
I pulled.
A latch clicked behind the wall. The whole shelf shifted outward an inch, and cold air slid across my face.