They zoomed in until the image blurred into trembling pixels. Hidden beneath the roses was a tiny silver key, knotted under the satin. Their hearts pounded in sync. Why would a key be hidden in the wedding bouquet? The answer was something no one would have believed.

Mia remembered a promise. Her grandmother had once asked her to carry a ribbon during the ceremony without asking questions. That key belonged to a cedar chest in Mia’s childhood home, a place long thought to hold no secrets. The time had come to find out the truth.