The girls were still flipping through their boxes when Ari heard a collective gasp through the speaker. Cora: “Wait...there’s something else under the letter.” El: “Same. It’s… glowing?” Wynter: “Mine is warm. Why is it warm?” Cina: “Mine is humming. HUMMING. Ari, I swear..” Ari straightened, heart pounding. Bram leaned closer, sensing the shift. “Girls,” Ari said softly, “look inside.” There was the sound of tissue paper being moved, wood scraping, breath catching. Then... Cora: “Oh… wow.” El: “It’s beautiful.” Wynter: “Mine looks ancient.” Cina: “Mine looks like trouble.” Ari smiled despite herself. “Describe them.” Thomas’s voice came through, gentle but steady. “Maeve made sure that she collected each of these for you. Kept them safe for this moment. Each one is tied to your l

