This safe has not always been this sorry; abandoned unnoticed behind a dumpster-looking building. It used to keep my family heirloom, a well-known public secret of the big extended family. Grandma Heather accorded it a stately position in her private family gathering area, at her 30-room mansion by the countryside.
Nonetheless greed does beget tragedy and sorrow. A sabotage in the form of arson, a frail but proud family matriarch and a successful drama of deceit sent the heirloom into the wrong hands, Grandma Heather into her grave and the safe where you see it now.
And for me? I am just the narrator, a small piece of leftover memories of how it used to be, and happens to be living across the other hall facing the safe.
Alas, the safe is now mine. And all therein, which I managed to rescue during the fire. Hopefully it will not be an issue years down the road.
Thank you 😉