While Jessica stared at her, waiting for explanations, Grandma Nelly slowly reached for her walking stick and stood up with effort.
With cautious steps, she made her way to the wardrobe, opened it, and bent over her stick as she reached into the farthest corner. From that hidden space, she pulled out an old steel safe, the surface scratched and dulled by time.
She fumbled through a bunch of jingling keys in her hand until she found a small golden one. Sliding it into the keyhole, she turned it with a faint click, the safe opened.
Nelly inhaled deeply, her breath shaky as she sifted through stacks of neatly arranged but yellowing documents inside the safe.
Finally, she retrieved a sealed yellow envelope, the weight of its significance almost visible in her trembling fingers.
"Yes… here it is," she murmured, the words heavy with both relief and dread.
