“If you’re reading this, the time has come for you to learn everything.
Do not confront Margaret about the house until you have gone to the address below.
Bring a clear heart, not anger.
You deserve the whole truth.
Grandma Rose.”
An address was written at the bottom.
I stared at the key in my palm.
“You really couldn’t just tell me?” I muttered.
But if Grandma wanted me to go somewhere, I was going.
The address led me to the edge of the next town.
A small white house stood there with chipped paint and a sagging porch. A wind chime tapped gently in the breeze.
I sat in the car for a full minute.
“Clear heart,” I reminded myself.
Then I stepped out.
The key turned in the lock like it had been waiting for me.
Inside, a lamp glowed softly beside a sofa.
The air smelled faintly of lavender.
“Hello?” I called.
Footsteps came from the hallway.
A woman with silver hair stepped into view.
