Her heart still raced as she withdrew her thumb from her mouth, her throat parched with a desire that seemed to belong only to her. For Egon had already refocused his attention on the box, taking it from beneath his arm and following her lead, grazing his thumb along its edge.
The box responded quite differently this time, briefly shining brightly before clicking open with a swift, almost flower-like bloom. At its center lay a perfectly preserved piece of parchment that clearly did not belong to their era.
She anticipated him passing her the box so he could unroll the small parchment, but Egon remained frozen and detached.
He is truly beside himself...
Adela took a deep breath and reached out, placing a loving hand on her husband's forearm, successfully bringing his distant, crimson eyes back to the present.
"This is your family heirloom. It's something your father treasured and kept hidden. Don't you want to see what it is?"