Elise said nothing. “You really don’t know what’s up there?” he asked. “No.” She replied. “Not even curious?” Michael asked, trying to get something out of Elise. “Of course I’m curious,” she snapped. “But he told me not to open it.”
Michael laughed, dry and bitter. “And you listened. Always the good little soldier.” She stepped closer. “You have no right to be here.” Michael took a step closer too, “I have every right. He was my father.”