Her first mistake
Eventually, Lilly climbed the stairs and tried the attic door. It was jammed tightly shut, unmoving no matter how much she pulled or shoved. She sighed, shrugging it off, and told herself it was probably just full of hay, junk, or old furniture. There were plenty of other rooms to organize first. She turned her attention to the main floors, smiling faintly. The house was hers now, and that thought alone felt satisfying.
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