my way home

Previously

…Alex pulled the journal closer, the words blurring slightly in the dim light. Time was slipping away, and the secrets held within these faded pages were more precious, and perhaps more dangerous, than Alex had imagined. The journey to uncover the family mystery had just become a race against an unseen adversary, a race for a treasure that was beginning to feel less like gold and more like a forgotten truth. The wind howled again, a lonely, insistent sound that seemed to echo the urgency in Alex’s own heart. The path was opening, but it was a path fraught with peril, and Alex was no longer walking it alone.