~SCARLETT.

I moved carefully toward the walk-in closet, my bare feet whispering against the floor.

One glance around told me it looked normal, just clothes, shoes, and the usual organized mess.

I was about to turn away when something caught my eye. A tiny metal switch tucked behind a vase on the shelf.

How had I never noticed that before?

Heart knocking hard against my ribs, I slid my hand behind the vase and my fingers brushed the switch. Click. The sound was soft, but it might as well have ...