Page 107 of Hidden Depths

Hazel stepped into the bridge carrying a small wooden box.

"I found this."

Storm looked up.

"Where?"

"In some of Grandpa's old things."

Storm frowned.

"I've never seen it before."

"It was tucked behind a drawer."

Calle looked over.

"Hidden?"

Hazel nodded.

"Very."

Storm carefully lifted the lid.

Inside...

There wasn't money.

Or jewelry.

Just three things.

Grandpa's old brass pocket watch.

A tarnished silver key.

And a faded photograph.

Storm picked up the picture.

Her breath caught.

She recognized the yacht immediately.

Sea Whisper.

Only she wasn't named Sea Whisper then.

She still carried Grandpa's original name.

Sea Star.

Standing beside Grandpa...

...was another man.

Tall.