identifying the box
They redirected me to a safety deposit box, and my hands trembled as I turned the key. The clerk gave me a sidelong glance but said nothing.
The metal click of the lock echoed in the silent room. I took a deep breath and pulled the slender handle. The box slid out smoothly.
Inside, my eyes fell upon a bundle of letters, neatly tied together with twine. I hesitated, fearing what I might discover.