The Sealed Note

SERAFINA

Dante leaned closer, practically climbing onto him. “What is it, Daddy? Can I see it?”

Dario finally blinked, like he was pulling himself back from somewhere far away. Slowly, carefully, he turned the object in his hand so the faint light could fall over it.

It was small. A little wooden carving. Crude. Uneven in places. As if it had been made by children, or at least started that way