A faded duffle bag
Megan’s heart hammered so loudly she could almost hear it. The seconds dragged endlessly as Robert’s arm moved deeper, feeling blindly through the space. Then, with a low grunt, his hand closed around something solid. He pulled hard and brought it out into the light. A dusty, faded duffle bag emerged, the canvas cracked and worn with age. Megan blinked in disbelief, her breath catching. She hadn’t expected anything—certainly not a hidden bag buried inside.
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