rt raced as she sat in the dimly lit attic, the journal's revelations still echoing in

t and the photograph. She felt an inexplicable connection to the woma

le. "I feel like I'm uncovering a part of my

"You're uncovering a legacy, Emily.

ily's heart raced as she realized that she was on the cusp of someth

r voice barely above a whisper. "What

"The truth is in the journal, Emily. The truth i

ready to face whatever secrets came her way. She