I climbed down off the old table, and with Bethany"s help, we slid it out of the way.
We stood in front of the cabinet, its presence larger and more foreboding than before. My stomach knotted, and I clenched my fists. The skin on my face tightened as the blood drained from my face. Dread replaced any idea I had about opening the doors.
“What"s the m-matter?” Bethany"s warm hand touched my arm.
“Nothing.” I hesitated for a moment then reached for the handles and pulled the doors open. In an instant, the room filled with the musty smell of old things – secrets, kept locked away from the world.
We stood there and stared at the contents, both of us paralyzed. Shirts and pants, night-clothes, and dresses filled the clothing bar. Stacked in the bottom of the cabinet were shoeboxes. I took a
