She walked slowly through the mess, scanning for something, anything, that might justify all the secrecy. All the buildup. But there was nothing worthwhile. Just junk. Just the past, rotting in the rafters. Michael kicked at one of the trash bags.
“You think this was a joke? Like he wanted you to waste your time?” he asked, his smug smile returning. “I don’t know.” He shined his light toward a pile of mildewed boxes. “This is garbage. He made you wait years for this?”