Chapter 21 The Golden Box

• Ximena’s POV
• “Damn it!” I slammed the closet door out of anger.
• Nothing was inside. I searched everywhere; the drawers, the desk, the nightstand, and even the bed. Nothing. Abso-bloody-lutely nothing. I stood in the middle of the room, my heart racing like a racecar. I was steeped in my own sweat. Something clicked in my head. One more place to rummage. I shot to the vanity table, pulling open all its drawers and rummaging through it.