7. Descent into the Old Workshop

At the top of the stairs, Edith stopped, her eyes drawn to the basement door, behind which lay Henry’s workshop. A tightness gripped her chest at the thought of the locked space below, once his haven of creativity and solace. Her fingers brushed over the key she’d discovered among Henry’s things, its coolness in her palm a mute beckoning to the secrets within the workshop. This key, a small piece of Henry’s orderly world, now offered a silent invitation to explore the space where he’d spent countless hours.