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Not toward her.
Away from her.
That told Mara more than words could.
“You don’t want me touching it,” she said.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because your father spent a long time making sure you would never have to.”
Mara looked down at the rabbit.
The folded paper hidden inside suddenly felt heavier.
“You knew about the rabbit.”
Elias looked at it.
“Yes.”
“And you knew the note was there?”
“Yes.”
Mara’s anger rose.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because if I was wrong, I would have brought you into something your father wanted you protected from.”
“And if you were right?”
Elias was quiet.
That answer hurt.
Her father had spent eleven months gone.
And even now, everyone seemed more interested in protecting her from the truth than giving it to her.
A small clicking sound came from the wooden box.
Elias looked down.
His expression changed.
The lock had opened.
Nobody touched it.
Slowly, the lid lifted.
Inside was not treasure.
Not a weapon.
Not anything Mara expected.
There was a piece of cloth folded neatly inside.
Her father’s old blue coat had one patch on the inside pocket.
A patch Mara had always thought was just decoration.
She stepped closer.
The cloth in the box had the same pattern.
Tiny stitched lines.
Curves.
Symbols.
A path.
Elias reached for it.
Mara grabbed his wrist.
The movement surprised both of them.
“Don’t.”
He looked at her hand.
Then at her face.
“You should not have to see this.”
“That is not your decision.”
For a moment, neither moved.
Then the cloth shifted.
The stitches tightened.
The pattern changed.
Not like a drawing.
Like something rearranging itself.
Mara pulled her hand away.
At the center of the cloth, a small shape appeared.
A doorway.
Elias immediately folded it closed.
Too late.
Mara had seen enough.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know.”
The answer came too quickly.
She knew he was lying.
“You do.”
Elias looked toward the old storage door at the back of the cottage.
The one her father had always kept locked.
The one nobody used.
“The reason I came today,” he said quietly, “is because the lock on that door broke this morning.”
Mara looked at the door.
Her mother whispered his name.
“Elias.”
“I thought I had more time.”
Mara felt cold.
“What happens if you don’t?”
He did not answer.
Her mother did.
“We leave.”
Mara turned.
Her mother looked different now.
Not like someone afraid of a stranger.
Like someone afraid of a choice she had already avoided making.
“Mom?”
Her mother looked at the old door.
“I should have told you sooner.”
The door moved.
Everyone stopped.
The hinges made a sound Mara had heard hundreds of times.
But the door had never opened.
Not once.
A thin line of pale light appeared between the frame and the wood.
Elias stepped backward.
“That is impossible.”
The light stretched across the floor.
Mara heard something from the other side.
Not words.
Not yet.
Just a sound.
A voice trying to remember how to speak.
Her mother grabbed Mara’s hand.
Elias moved toward the door.
Then he stopped.
Because the old wooden surface was changing.
A mark appeared.
A symbol carved into the door from the inside.
Mara recognized it.
She had seen it stitched into the cloth.
The same doorway.
The same path.
Then letters slowly appeared beneath it.
Not in her father’s handwriting.
Not in Elias’s.
In a style she had never seen before.
But somehow, she understood the message.
Mara.
Bring back what was taken.
The door opened one inch.
And something on the other side knocked back.
Nobody moved for several seconds after the knock came from the other side of the door.
Mara could feel her mother’s fingers tightening around her hand, but her mother did not pull her away.
Elias stared at the old wood as if he were waiting for it to do something worse.
The silence that followed felt like the whole cottage was listening.
The second knock was softer.
Almost polite.
That frightened Mara more than a loud one would have.
Things that wanted to scare people usually made noise.
Things that wanted to be invited waited.
“What did you bring here?” Mara whispered.
Nobody answered.
Her mother looked at Elias.
Not accusing him.
Not exactly.
But there was something close to it.
“You said the lock broke,” she said.
Elias did not take his eyes off the door.
“I said it this morning.”
“And you thought bringing the box here would stop it?”
“No.”
That answer made Mara look at him.
He finally turned toward them.
“I brought the box because if the door opened, I needed to know whether it was calling for her.”
Mara felt her stomach twist.
“For me?”
Elias looked away.
Her mother stepped in front of her again.
“No.”
Mara hated that.
Not because her mother was trying to protect her.
Because everyone kept making decisions around her.
“I’m not a package,” Mara said.
Her mother opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
That hurt more than an argument would have.
The old door creaked again.
The pale light beneath it flickered.
For a moment, Mara saw something moving on the other side.
Not a person.
Not clearly.
A shadow passed across the light.
Elias reached into his coat and pulled out a small iron key.
Mara noticed his hand was shaking.
“You have a key,” she said.
Elias looked down at it.
“Yes.”
“You told us the door was locked.”
“It was.”
“Then how do you have a key?”
He closed his fingers around it.
“Because your father gave it to me.”
The answer landed differently.
Not because it explained anything.
Because it created another question.
Mara stepped closer.
“When?”
Elias hesitated.
The hesitation was enough.
“When?”
“The night he disappeared.”
Her mother looked at him sharply.
“You never told me that.”
Elias looked tired.
“I was trying to keep one promise.”
“Which one?”
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He looked at Mara.
Her mother followed his gaze.
