They read deeper. One envelope held a rough map, a church bulletin, and a single line in the grandmother’s careful script: “When the bells call you home.” The map pointed to St. Brigid’s, the little church where Mia was baptized and where Evan’s mother once volunteered.

Another note slipped out, brittle as a leaf. “East stair, second landing, lift the loose slate.” The couple looked at each other, hearts racing. What did all of this mean? They didn’t understand any of it. If the attic chest was real, what waited in a bell tower that had watched over both of their families for years? They weren’t ready for the truth.