I came home exhausted waiting for a quiet night, but something was not right…

I climbed the stairs more and more worried.

Our room was empty.

The bed was still perfectly laid out, but the closet was open and several drawers had been checked.

I immediately thought of a robbery.

I took out the phone to call my wife, but at that moment I heard a noise coming from the basement.

My heart began to beat strongly.

I took a flashlight that was in the hallway and slowly went down.

Every step creaked under my feet.

When I got downstairs, I saw a small cardboard box on a table. Above there was an envelope with my name handwritten.

I opened it nervously.

There was only one sentence inside:

“Before drawing conclusions… open the door to the bottom.”

I took a deep breath.