Freda Pov
I stood in front of the storage shed and looked at it. The door was hanging off one hinge. The roof had a hole in it. The walls were leaning to one side.
"This is not a shed anymore," I said.
"It is a pile of wood," Mara said from behind me.
"It used to be a shed."
"It used to be. Now it is a pile."
I walked closer and pushed the door. It swung open and scraped against the ground. Inside was dark and full of broken things. Old pots. Rotten rope. Something that might have been a basket at some point.
"We need to clean this out," I said.
"All of it?"
"All of it."
Mara nodded and went to get the others. I stood in the doorway and looked inside. The floor was covered in dust and debris. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling. Something had been living in the corner. I could see the nest. Old straw and fur.
I walked back outside and waited.
