Beschrijving
My sister went into the tunnel under Wickham Hill. She never came out. The night of the Harvest Lantern Festival, Lily made me promise. If she wasn’t back by midnight, I’d tell Mom and Dad. Not before. I was twelve. She was seventeen and stubborn and sure that being brave meant not being scared. She had a yellowed map, a silver locket, and a secret from our grandmother’s old letter. \