"There you are," I whispered, walking to the trunk with the initials C.N. on it. I looked around Cecelia's small space, pushing her covers apart and checking her nightstand drawers before dropping to the ground to check under her bed. All I could see was some clothes and a bunch of broken quills, sighing I pushed those aside and felt back into the corners. My hand brushed against something. Excited, I grabbed onto it and yanked it out. In the process I ended up falling backwards and hitting my head, but I didn't care because I had found my presents.