We had never kept secrets from each other.
“What are you talking about?” I whispered.
Before he could answer, we heard voices upstairs.
And then I recognized another voice.
Ryan.
But he didn’t sound confident.
He sounded nervous.
Desperate.
As if something wasn’t going according to plan.
Michael pressed his hand against a specific brick near the floor.
A hollow sound echoed.
My breath stopped.
There was something hidden inside our own home…
Something I had never known about.
And at that exact moment, one of the men shouted upstairs:
“Find them! Something’s wrong!”
Michael looked at me.
“Get ready,” he said. “Once we go through, nothing will ever be the same.”
And then we heard footsteps descending the basement stairs.
The Secret
The wooden stairs creaked.
Step by step.
The basement door rattled as someone tried the lock.
Michael never looked up.
His fingers moved along the mortar lines between the bricks, as if reading Braille.
Then he pressed firmly on a certain spot.
Crack.
Part of the shelving unit shifted slightly.
“They think we’re trapped…” he whispered again.
The key turned violently behind us.
BAM.
