The rain continued to fall.
Not heavily.
Just enough for the droplets to shimmer beneath the old porch light outside the abandoned faculty residence.
Claire remained standing at the doorway.
Her breathing was uneven.
Her hair clung to her face from the rain.
In her trembling hands rested a small metal box that looked as though it had survived decades.
No one spoke.
Even the wind seemed to pause.
Lily was the first to step forward.
"You said..."
Her voice barely escaped.
"...you found Amelia's last recording."
Claire nodded.
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
"I never wanted anyone to hear it."
She lowered her eyes.
"But I don't have the right to keep it anymore."
Jonathan slowly approached.
The moment he saw the box, every trace of color left his face.
"I buried this
