Why her mind went to the chest in the loft once she had possession of the keys was beyond her but since it did she wasted no time charging up the stairs to the loft to see if any would be the one to unlock the chest that had never been far from her mind since the very first time she had seen it. Her grandmother was not the type to lock things away and so she wondered what was the reason for her doing so with whatever was in the trunk. She wondered if it was filled with jewels that she could sell. At least that would be able to put food on the table for her or even be able to pay for that class in photography that she had been interested in taking.<br/><br/>The door squeezed under her hand as she pushed it open and light was sprinkled about the wooden floor from the two windows over head. She wasted no time going through the things before her but went directly to the chest on the floor. Clutching the keys she dropped and instantly set to finding out which key would fit into the lock best.<br/><br/>After three keys she was beginning to think that perhaps none of the keys would unlock the chest. Defeated she looked at the last two keys; she thought the first would have turned the lock but it didn’t and hse let out a sigh.  Looking at the last key she shook her head, “well here goes nothing.”<br/><br/>The key slipped inside the lock to the hilt. That had happened before so she was not going to get herself excited. Holding the lock still with her hand she turned and to her surprise the sound of the clock clicking and echoed in the room. She let out a squeal of excitement and quickly tossed back the lid of the chest and looked inside.<br/>