An antique cedar hope chest. A hidden panel. A century-spanning vendetta.
Mercedes Annalee Ellison held her Great-Great-Grand Aunt’s fragile journal and a tattered manila envelope, puzzling about whether these items would change her life. Her intuition screamed that they would, and the way they had come into her possession would make any skeptic pause. She wanted to bolt, to flee what loomed ahead.
Distractions were not welcome in her life right now. She was an architectural historian with three great jobs lined up for the summer—and a problem with her boyfriend.
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