Claire turned. “What do you mean?” “You don’t remember?” Bryan asked. “He locked it up after you turned sixteen. Told us to stay out. Said it wasn’t ours to worry about.” “Yeah,” Sam added, his tone sharper now. “Said it was ‘Off Limits’, and now it belongs to you.”
They both laughed. But there was a flicker of curiosity behind their mockery—because they’d never actually seen what was inside after that lock went on. Not once. Claire forced a smile. “You guys enjoy the house.”