#Chapter 238: The Key

Logan The little ornate silver box that Ella held in her hands seemed oddly familiar, yet also somehow foreign at the same time. When she opened it, though, recognition slowly began to wash over me. Nights sitting on my mother’s lap at her vanity began to trickle back in. I remembered this little box; she had always kept her keepsakes in there, along with some makeup. Even now, all these years later, I could still recall watching as she would open the box before a night out. She’d take the little tin of eyeshadow and spread it on her eyelids. It was gold and sparkled just a bit. She always said that she liked makeup that was understated, because anything else didn’t feel right on her face. I always agreed; I never felt like she needed any makeup at all, but something about the glittery gold brought out the beautiful, vibrant blue color of her eyes. But then I spotted something else. There was something that looked like paper sticking out of the corner of the box, and whe