Blood Secret

The minute she had opened the trunk, she knew there wasn''t anything like hope in it. Just awful musty things, but each one with a kind of terrible dark halo around it. She picked up that piece of old lace. She saw that stain -- pale, brownish in color. She knew it was blood. Somebody''s blood. There was violence in that trunk, and dark secrets, and she did not want to know them.

Curious about the ...