At Grandpa’s funeral, 18-year-old Dahlia felt completely alone as her family seethed over the meager $1 inheritance they each received. But when a stranger handed her a secret note, Dahlia was drawn into a mystery only she could solve. I stood by the graveside, my hands buried in the pockets of a black dress that felt two sizes too small. The priest’s monotonous voice blended with the rustling wind, but I barely heard it. All I could feel was the weight of loss pressing down on me. This should have been a moment of mourning, but the air around me…
