Rose's POV

She looked at me in a blend of incredulity and alarm. "What direction, Rose?"

I let out a careful breath, turning the small, locked box in my hands, feeling its psychological and physical heaviness. Each inch of its weathered face hummed with the secrets it held. “I must go visit Aunty Grace.”

When she heard the name, her face twisted in surprise, and her eyes opened wide. “Aunty Grace?” she asked, her incredulity in her tone. “The same Aunty Grace whom you didn’t ...