A Treasure Hoard
“Cupcake,” she whispered. “Cupcakes. Lots and lots of cupcakes.”
Before her, lined on the room’s floor were wrapped packages.
They covered every inch of the room from one wall to the next.
Jemma squatted down and carefully picked up the first one, which had another note stapled to it.
The message was short, giving her a clue of what was happening.