Lisa didn’t often knock. She was more of a dramatic entrance type, kick the door open, announce doom, leave glitter in her wake. So when Celeste heard a soft, polite tap at her office, she knew something was wrong.

“Come in?” she called cautiously.

The door creaked open. Lisa entered with the slow, deliberate intensity of someone trying very hard not to scream.

“I found it,” she said, voice trembling.

Celeste blinked. “Found what?”

Lisa tossed a scroll onto the desk. It was ...