It’s Yours Now
Jemma pushed the barn’s door open and stepped in.
The air was heavy with dust and the stench of manure.
She coughed, squinting so her eyes could adapt to the dark environment.
Her sight took in everything, rotten floorboards and walls, rusted railings, and a tractor Jemma had never seen running.
At first glance, the place looked like any other abandoned barn.
But Jemma felt like there was something more than what met the eye.