There were five trunks set to the side that had locks on the lids. Emma tried to imagine what might be in those trunks. They were too heavy to move.
“Was it guns? Ammunition? Dead bodies? Oh, I hope it’s not dead bodies,” she thought. Emma shook her head. “There was no way the trunks have dead bodies, right,” she said aloud as if Aspen could understand her. She felt silly for even thinking so. Aspen was running from trunk to trunk, eager to smell and see the contents of each. She found a smaller trunk in the corner and bounced from side to side, whimpering. Emma had not noticed it because there were a dozen quilts stacked on top of the trunk. Instead of a lock, this trunk had a soft, fuzzy burgundy ribbon tied around the latches in a neat bow with a quartz crystal hanging in the middle. It looked exactly like the bracelet Max wore.
Emma untied the ribbon from the trunk and opened the lid. Her eyes widened.
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