The lock clicked smoothly open.

For a brief second, neither Paige nor I moved to open the door.

Then, taking a deep breath, I grabbed the metal handle and pulled the heavy roll-up door upward.

The inside of the unit smelled strongly of dry dust, old cardboard, and aged wood.

A single motion-activated overhead light flickered on above us, casting a harsh glow over everything.

Inside were several large plastic storage bins, a narrow metal filing cabinet, two sturdy wooden crates, and a dusty folding chair.