Chapter 119

“Suppose we try that key in the pouch, Kipp.”

“Do you think so?”

“We never did come across anything it might unlock.”

“I guess it’s worth a try. Would you get the lanyard I keep in the night table?” I carried the little key in memory of my mother.

Hyde strode toward the stairs and took them two at a time.

“What do you think is in here, Papa?” Harper took the box and gave it a shake, looking up at me wide-eyed as it rattled.

“A car?”

She burst into laughter. “You silly, Papa.”

“So no car?”

She shook her head.

“Hmm. A dinosaur?”

“No!” She giggled, the sweetest sound, and I pulled her into my arms and hugged her.

“How about a television?”

“Papa.” She poked my shoulder. “Whose box was this?”

“I don’t know. Grandmama had a little wooden box for her treasures, so I don’t think it was hers.”

“Here we go, babe.” Hyde had come down, and he held out the lanyard with the small pouch dangling from its trigger snap swivel hook.