Where’s My Trinkets?
On an otherwise ordinary Tuesday, I realized some of my prized trinkets had vanished, as if they’d grown legs and wandered off on their own. Frustration simmering, I casually asked Madelyn, “Hey, have you seen my little keepsakes? They’re pulling a Houdini on me lately.” She paused, tilting her head thoughtfully before replying, “Oh, I haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary,” her voice cheerful—but something about her response didn’t sit right with me.
Where’s My Trinkets?
Her Assurances
Madelyn shook her head with a lighthearted chuckle, trying to put me at ease. “I’ve got my eyes open, trust me,” she said, fidgeting with her duster. Her words lingered as she added, “I’d tell you if I noticed anything goofing around.” Despite her warm reassurance, the knot in my stomach only tightened. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe her—it was just that the pieces weren’t fitting together the way they should.
Her Assurances
