Guided by Taylor’s directions, we arrived at an ancient chapel, its silence enveloping us as we stepped inside. A musty, damp odor assailed our senses as if the air knew we were there to unearth something hidden.
“Beneath the altar,” Fae Aurora whispered, her voice choked with emotion as the realization struck her - her true love lay buried beneath the stone slab, five years gone.
Words failed me as memories of my dad flooded back. He wasn’t the perfect parent, but he never let me down. No matter how naughty I was as a child, he always forgave me and showered me with small gifts.
“Dave, hand me that crowbar,” Timothee muttered. Dave reluctantly relinquished the tool.
“Prily, find some gloves to dig with,” Dave nudged Prily, who had been silent until now.
I remained frozen, unsure of w
