Beyond the Divorce

We didn't know what Uncle Kenny wanted to do, but seeing his urgency, we were certain that something important was going on.

He rushed forward, making his way quickly to the other side of the flower house with wobbly steps.

There was a small room in the corner, just outside the side door of the greenhouse. It was dim and narrow, with only a bed and a broken table. The area was somewhat messy, with various gardening tools within. He reached the door of the room and turned back to stop us. "It's dirty inside. Please wait!"

Uncle Kenny blocked us from entering, then his frail figure turned and disappeared into the room. Soon, we heard a clattering sound from inside. Although we couldn't see his actions, the sound conveyed his urgency. Before long, he came out with his face covered in dirt, and he held a dirty metal box in his hand.

His eyes glanced vigilantly towards the entrance of the greenhouse from a distance.

Then, he anxiously tried to open the box right in front of us, but he couldn't steady his hands because of his nervousness. Atlas quickly reached out and held the rusty box firmly.

He wrenched open the lid with shaky hands, tilted the box, and poured out a grayish-white powder that looked like old powdered milk and had a slight mouldy odor.

with his calloused, wrinkled hand and pulled out a small

at the dirty object in surprise and glanced at

the passage outside the glass house, and I understood that he was afraid of someone coming. "It's alright, my man is

came with us, was outside

hearing Atlas's words, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief but immediately

seemed that this item was

of cloth with force, fumbling for a while before finally revealing a hidden layer. Surprisingly, there was another smaller

peculiar keys. A contented smile appeared on

me before the incident!" he said, holding out his

looked at me, then at Uncle Kenny, and reached out to take the keys. Then, he exchanged a glance with me and whispered,