~Devon~
We didn't mean to open the box.
Well, okay, we totally meant to. But not in a bad way.
Diana grabbed it first when Mom and Dad were yelling about the scroll. She shoved it at me and whispered "Let's look while they're busy."
So we snuck to the back corner of the vault where the shadows were thicker and Mom couldn't see us good.
The box was heavier than it looked. Cold too. Like it had been sitting in a freezer.
"You open it." Diana pushed it toward me.
"Why me?"
"Because you're the boy."
"That's dumb. Being a boy doesn't make me better at opening boxes."
"Just open it!"
I flipped the little wolf clasp and the lid popped up easy.
Inside was hair. Just hair. Silver-blonde and tied with a ribbon that was falling apart.
"That's it?" Diana leaned closer. "Just old hair?"
"I guess." I touched it careful with one finger. It felt normal. Like regular hair.
Then it got warm.
Not burning hot. Like when you hold your hands near a fire.
