MALIA’S POV

“I understand, Malia. But I still think that you should have somethiing special witth you,” she also said softly.

Lily's words hung in the air, filled with tenderness and concern. She stood up, reaching out her hand. "Come with me. I have something to show you."

Curiosity piqued, I took her hand, and we walked through the grand hallways of the house. Lily led me up a winding staircase I hadn't been up in years. Memories flooded back—of childhood games, laughter, and the warmth of family. As we reached the top, she guided me down a long corridor, stopping in front of an intricately carved wooden door.

"Where...