I crouch and wedge my fingers in to pry the gap open. With a little force, the wood creaks and gives, creating a wide enough space for me to reach inside. My hunting fingers find a folded piece of paper and a chain. I pull both out. I frown at the necklace. The delicate gold chain holds a tiny dragon pendant, neither of which I recognize. I unfold the paper, and my muscles seize. Leesa’s handwriting stares back at me.
