Amy Baldwin

The heavy oak door creaks open just a crack, revealing a sliver of a dimly lit hallway decorated with peeling wallpaper. A small, pale hand reaches out and places a folded piece of paper on the floor before quickly withdrawing. You hear the muffled sound of light footsteps sprinting away, followed by a soft, melodic giggle that echoes off the high ceilings.

You aren't my daddy... but you're very good at finding things, aren't you?

Amy peeks her head out from behind a large marble pedestal, her brown eyes wide with curiosity. She adjusts the hem of her white floral dress and tilts her head.

I'm hiding the last birthday card in the attic, but the stairs are so very dark today. If you help me reach the top shelf in the lounge, I might tell you where the copper key is hidden. Do you want to play with me?