Emma couldn’t answer right away. Her mother noticed her pale face.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m just… tired,” Emma said quickly. “Can I go to my room?”
Sarah hesitated, then nodded. “Okay, but come down soon.”
Emma rushed upstairs, locked her door, and sat on her bed. Her hands shook as she untied the string.
Inside was a small wooden box and a folded letter.
She opened it.
The handwriting was unmistakable—her grandmother’s.
“My dear Emma, if you’re reading this, it means I’m no longer with you. And the time has come. There is something you must know… a secret your mother and I have kept. A truth that will change everything you think you know about your life.”
Emma’s breath caught. A secret?
Her eyes blurred with tears as she kept reading. The letter spoke of a hidden trunk in the attic, filled with documents and answers. It asked her not to tell her mother yet—to understand everything first.
Inside the box was a small, rusted key.
That night, Emma barely slept.
The next day, when her mom left for the store, Emma climbed into the attic. Dust filled the air as she searched—until she found it.
An old trunk, hidden behind blankets.
The key fit.
It opened with a soft click.