They pored over the remaining journals and the photograph, searching for any mention of the stone arch or its location. At last, Eli spotted a passage near the back of one journal, written in hurried, slanting script:
"The arch stands where the roses never die. The key is hidden in the place where moonlight never reaches—the old house knows how to keep its secrets. If my blood seeks answers, let them look beneath the floor where the boards creak in the dead of night.”
Eli’s eyes widened. “The rose garden at Grandma’s house—it’s always in bloom, even in the winter.”
Mira nodded. “And the old house… remember how she never let us into the cellar? She said it was too dangerous, but I always heard something moving down there at night.”
Ashen looked between them, a sense of urgency rising. “
