The Compass of the Heart

Previously

…The compass, with its peculiar, unwavering needle, had whispered a secret, and Emily Betelezi, granddaughter of Gogo, was ready to listen. She stood up, the weight of the compass box in her hands feeling both like a burden and a promise. The afternoon sun, now beginning its slow descent, cast long shadows across the attic floor, shadows that seemed to beckon her towards the unknown, towards the place the compass insisted existed. The journey, she knew, would not be easy, but for the first time since Gogo had left, Emily felt a surge of purpose, a direction, a true north that was not dictated by the earth, but by the compass of her own heart.