Emma sat by the attic window, dust swirling in the afternoon sunlight. She had been cleaning out old boxes when she found it—a yellowed envelope with her grandmother’s handwriting.
Her hands trembled as she opened it.
"My dearest Emma, if you are reading this, it means you have found the key to our family’s greatest secret. Look under the floorboard beneath the old rocking chair."
Heart pounding, Emma rushed downstairs. The rocking chair had always been there, a quiet witness to her childhood. She pried up the floorboard and gasped.
Inside lay a small wooden box. Opening it, she found a delicate silver locket with a tiny, faded photograph inside. Her grandmother as a young woman—standing beside a stranger Emma had never seen before.
Who was he? And why had this been hidden for so long?
As she held the locket, a soft breeze passed through the house, carrying the scent of roses—her grandmother’s favorite. Emma smiled. It was time to uncover the rest of the story.