5 It worked

That's when I decide to do something I'll never know if will harm my mother's journey tomorrow. Taking from one of my dad's drawers, an old key to his closet, grabbing an envelope as I place it in. Looking back at the original envelop, I take the same silver own from dad's desk, copying the ancient design correctly. The pluses of being an art student and even wanting to major in it. Then again, it could just be simple shape it could just be simple shape recognition a seven-year-old could match.

Placing the other envelope back in my pocket, looking around. I've searched this office from head o toe, and I know there is no secret keyhole at all. Believe me, I've searched countless times. The only thing in this house with keyhole are the door, one massive chest in the living room for blankets, and mom's jewellery box that dad gave her.

That's it, That's got be it! I run out of room as my heart rate pick up quickly as I head up the stair and into the massive master bedroom. How are we were able to keep my childhood house still surprises me, but my dad made quite the income with his job. Hell, the house was custom made just because of his work.

I hear mom downstairs, watching something o Netflix. Opening her room door, I find the modern yet homey room clean. There's one luggage by her bed stuffed full of cloths you'd see on a dinosaur dig in the movie from the hat to boots. What is she digging for? I have no clues. I know dad did much of his beginning research in Iceland and he is following his every step.

Heading to the dressing in her huge closet, I find the jewellery box, handmade from Thailand, and with roses painted on the side. The keyhole s slim, right in the middle. Grabbing the box, I recall all the time mom has opened it. I've never seen what it inside, but I remember her pulling out so many jewellery items from rubies to diamonds, from bronze to platinum.

As I take key out, I take in a deep breath, hoping this work. Geronimo, i does work indeed, the key sliding in easily as I let out a deep breath.

Inside are multiple pieces of expensive jewellery my father have her every chance h had to celebrate something. My eyes move across every piece, and that's when I see it, a necklace, one with a sliver cylinder on end. This would fit right into hole. I take the necklace, closing her jewellery box, and dash out of the room. Running down the wooden stairs, I take a sharp left and head right back into the office.

Securing the door behind me, I can hear my mother calling my name. I must see if this will work.

My hands begin to shake as my mother knocks on the door, asking what is going on. Taking out the key, my fingers scuffle to get a decent grip on the key as they shake. Just as I hold it up to the hole, I shut my eyes, trying to calm down.

"Jia!"

I push it through, hearing it lock. It worked.