I look at my smartphone.
About 10 minutes to go.
It was the view of the fireplace that woke her up the most.
Suddenly my eyes fell on the frame above the fireplace.
Why didn't she tell us about it when she was alive?
Many scenes from this strange dream run through my mind.
Triggered by the feeling that someone is watching me.
But no one is here!
I breathe deeply in and out. But the feeling is still there.
"Ewin? Lauren?" I call, trying to calm myself at least this way.
Wrong one!
Startled, I jumped.
I turned in the direction of the bookshelf and heard another crash.
There was a book on the floor that had mysteriously taken on a life of its own.
Wait a minute.
I'm sure I heard two falls, but I only found one book.
Where is the other one?
I searched my surroundings.
Bingo!
I wipe away the dust to find out what kind of book I have in front of me.
In vain.
There was no inscription on either the front or the back.
Now my curiosity is even greater than before.
Wait a minute!
It's not a book at all, but a secret compartment with a code.
"Excuse me."
I jump and immediately hide the book behind my back.
"How much do these statues cost?"
Hours later......
"I'm really proud of you," my mother smiles to herself.
At the same time, she puts the notes into the counting machine.
Surprisingly, there is hardly anything left.
Even the knight statues I had bet on with Ewin have been sold.
Well, my grandparents had very good taste.
My mother makes a note of the number and puts another bundle in the machine.
Like Ewin and Lauren, I wait impatiently to go to my room.
It's been exhausting enough and I want to get on with my secret.
"Mother, I'm leaving," Ewin is the first of the three to say.
But Lauren walks silently out of the room.
Now I am alone with my mother.
"Asta."
I stop immediately.
"You didn't take anything, did you?" she asks suspiciously.
"Good night, mother," I tell her before leaving the room.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
"So?" Ewin asks me, standing by the stairs to my surprise.
"Nothing. She just asked me if I had grabbed anything."
"Did you grab anything?"
Should I lie or tell him the truth?
What are the pros and cons?
"Nothing, I'm afraid," I tell him.
He looked at me in detail, as my mother had done before. I answer him calmly and with control.
I'm sorry, Ewin, you'll never take the mask off my face.
"Pity, at least I thought you might be able to steal a book. But apparently you didn't even trust yourself to do that. Pity really."
He says with a hint of irony.
He doesn't trust me, but he can't prove otherwise. That means I have to be very careful over the next few days. Or not?
He smiles and walks past me in silence.
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