Sarah
And then she paused, half way through closing the lid. Attached to the piano casing with a decaying gaffa tape, and pressing on that B-flat string, was a wooden, physical box. Mystery, covered in dust. She saw Reenie look away, with a fraction of a smile turned up on her lips. Mischief was being accepted. So Sarah lifted out the box, twice the size of her two hands but light enough to lift with ease. She peered at the two letters, etched in the top - presumably with a hasty hand holding something sharp and hard. She made out ‘AD’.


