CHAPTER 68
I took the necklace off quickly, and together, my hand on his, we inserted it gently into the indent. I was ecstatic to see that it fit perfectly. It entered with a soft click, and as we gently turned it to the right, a narrow, vertical compartment opened.
Heart pounding, I reached inside and gently extracted a frail scroll, yellowing, brittle. It was tied with an ancient piece of string, all but crumbling.
I handed it to Caleb, and the two of us unrolled the scroll together.
It was a map. Handwritten, hundreds of years old.
At the top of the map, in a handwritten scrawl, it read: Elizabeth’s cottage.
He looked up at me.
“Her cottage,” he said, breathlessly. “It’s a map to where she lived.”
I stared at it, in awe.
“Whoever stored it here wanted you to be the one to find it. Your necklace was the key. And it’s never been opened until now. He wanted you to find this map, to find her cottage. Wherever it is, there will be something in it for you.”