Mia called her cousin, who remembered hearing stories about a hidden compartment in the house—something their grandfather had built during renovations in the 1970s. Supposedly, it was near the upstairs window.
Armed with a flashlight and determination, Mia tapped along the wooden panels until she found a hollow spot.
Inside was a velvet pouch. And in it: her grandmother’s missing bracelet… along with several old letters, written in shaky handwriting. They were addressed to her.