The locket was intricate, with a floral design etched into its surface. It looked like something out of a period drama, not a modern attic. I took it from Kevin, turning it over in my hands. There was an inscription on the back, but it was too faint to read.
« Do you think it belonged to the previous owners? » I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.
Kevin shrugged. « Could be. Or maybe it’s been here even longer. This house is old enough to have secrets. »
I nodded, thinking back to the day we moved in. The realtor had mentioned the house’s history, but I hadn’t paid much attention back then. Now, it seemed more relevant than ever.
« We should find out who lived here before, » I said, already forming a plan. « There might be records at the local historical society or even at city hall. »
Kevin agreed. « I’ll help you dig. Could be interesting. »
With the mystery of the wall partially solved, we set about cleaning up the mess we’d made. The attic felt different now, less like a storage space and more like a living part of the house.
As we worked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the locket was a sign of something deeper. Perhaps it was just an old trinket left behind, but perhaps it was a clue to a story long forgotten.
I placed the locket on a shelf, promising myself to look into its origins. But for now, I was content with having uncovered a small part of the house’s hidden past.
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