BELLE

THE PRESENT DAY…

Room 101—the one that Grayson had sent me to—was on the bottom floor of the pack house and was absolutely freezing. It was no wonder this room was free. The window was broken and wouldn’t close all the way, allowing the cold Minnesota winter air to come in and drop the room’s temperature below anything livable.

There was even some snow piling up on the floor next to the window.

And to add to that, it seemed that people had started to use the room for storage. It was filled to the brim with boxes and various old, dusty objects. I had to dig out the...