Glen nervously knocks on the door to a mansion.
When a beautiful girl answers…
Glen shoves his hands into the pockets of his threadbare jeans.
Glen
You might not remember me—
Glen
But we had American Lit class together last semester.
Maya’s brown eyes sparkle.
His heart starts pounding like crazy in his chest.
Maya
Yes, I remember you!
Maya
You were always reading, even in the middle of lecture.
But his celebration is cut short as reality quickly sets in.
A girl like Maya would never be interested in a guy like him.
Besides, he’s here for another reason.
Glen
I’m doing someone a favor…
Glen
My great uncle, Isaac. He was the caretaker on this estate about 60 years ago.
Glen
When he moved, he hid something in the floorboards in his old cottage.
