She picked it up and unzipped it slowly, half-expecting old clothes or scraps of food. But instead, she froze.
Inside were bundles of handwritten letters, a black-and-white photo of a woman from decades ago… and a child’s toy, a weathered stuffed fox. There was also a worn notebook, filled with strange symbols and maps of the area, marked with red Xs.
Rachel’s hands shook. The man hadn’t just stumbled into her shed — he had been looking for something. Or someone.