After my grandmother died, I learned she left me everything — a fortune I never expected. But the lawyer also gave me a letter from her. At home, I opened it. She begged me to burn everything in the attic without looking. Her fear was real, and her words unsettled me. Despite her warning, curiosity pulled me to the old house the next day.
I found the hidden attic key, climbed the dusty stairs, and opened boxes of old photos and letters. As I searched, I uncovered something in a photo box that would ruin my life completely. I can’t even tell the truth about what I found without making things worse — but my life is now shattered.