At first, I brushed it off. But I couldn’t sleep all night.
My thoughts kept racing.
The next morning, I went into Mr. Whitmore’s yard with a shovel.
The ground under the apple tree was soft. I began digging until I hit something metal.
I pulled out a rusty old box.
My heart pounded.
I brushed the dirt off the box and slowly opened it.
I sat down right there on the ground because I almost fainted when I saw what was inside. IT FELT LIKE MY WHOLE LIFE FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES.
