Child’s Play
Jemma’s back shot straight. She remembered her younger days.
Her dad had always hidden cupcakes for her in the house, asking her to root them out if she could.
Nine out of ten times, the cupcakes weren’t pastries but items such as story books and kids’ novels.
The word had been their codeword for treasure.
Jemma wasted no second. She turned on her heels, racing for the barn’s furthest stall.
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