Another letter contained a hand-drawn map, a church bulletin, and a note in the grandmother’s familiar handwriting: “When the bells call you home.” The map led to St. Brigid’s Church, where Mia had been baptized and where Evan’s mother had once volunteered.
A second scrap of paper, fragile as a leaf, carried another clue: “East stair, second landing, lift the loose slate.” They exchanged a glance. If the attic chest was real, what would be waiting inside a church tower that had watched over both their families for decades?