Evelyn held the clear plastic roll inside her palm like the most precious diamond in the world. Her clear blue eyes shined with bright, victorious tears as she looked at the tiny microscopic lines drawn on the clear film. Her late father's genius was not dead. It was alive, safe, and right inside her hands.

Julian stepped close behind her, his large, warm hands wrapping around her waist with deep love and protective power. He leaned down, kissing her cheek softly right under the warm lights of the antique shop.

"You did it, my sweet queen," Julian whispered in his deep, soothing voice that made her heart sing. "Your father's...