Hillary McDonald

The Secret of the Lost Tomb

“We’re dead.” “Oh come on, look at the bright side—at least we’re going to die rich.” The day had not turned out the way I had expected. When I had arrived to work at the Cairo museum that morning, I had anticipated another interesting but relatively quiet day spent cataloging some recently acquired artifacts. Instead, I had ventured out in search of a lost tomb, and as a result I had become trapped there with my professional rival, Wes Hamilton. However, I was trying to stay optimistic, even if my fellow captive wasn’t. He gave me a withering glance.