Chapter 10: The Last Thing My Mother Left Me
The silver key was still in the wooden jewelry box beside my bed.
I had kept it because it belonged to my mother, not because I knew what it opened.
For years, I had assumed it belonged to an old diary or a forgotten drawer.
Now I held it in my palm while Dad stood in the doorway.
"You're sure this is the key she gave you?""
May you like
I now.
"I might know where to look," I whispered.