A golden pocket watch gleamed in the fluorescent light. Elegant. Heavy. Clearly old.
Inside the pouch was also a folded slip of paper. Daniels unfolded it, expecting perhaps a name tag. Instead, he found a message written in shaky cursive:
“To my granddaughter Lily,
If you’re reading this, then you’ve found my treasure.
This belonged to your Grandpa James. He carried it every day for 40 years.
We thought it was lost… but I tucked it into your teddy so it would stay with you forever.
Love, Grandma Mae.”
The mother gasped. “That… that looks like—” She clutched the watch, tears springing to her eyes. “Oh my goodness… this was my father’s! I thought it was gone forever.”
The father leaned closer. “Your mom said she hid it somewhere special… but she never told us where.”
The mother’s voice trembled. “She must have sewn it into Lily’s teddy before she passed. She wanted her to grow up with a piece of him close by.”
Lily blinked, confused but curious. “Is Mr. Pickles magic?”
