I saw what had been placed underneath the figurine immediately: a small, crumpled piece of paper. The same crumpled piece of paper I’d dumped on my nightstand a week ago, along with all the other bits and pieces I’d been carrying in my pockets. But it wasn’t a crumpled piece of paper. It was a folded piece of paper… artfully crafted into the shape of a stargazer. It was the first little bird. The one that had lost its magic and fallen to the ground when it had left the library. The missing page from Edina’s journal, not torn out, because it had never been bound in. I’d had it here all along!
