On a crisp autumn afternoon, Liam visited his Grandpa’s neglected grave, holding a bouquet of white roses. He had come to say his farewells before leaving the only town he had ever known.
Kneeling by the tombstone, he murmured, “I’m sorry, Grandpa. Dad lost everything to gambling. We’re moving, and I’ll have to work as a mechanic instead of pursuing my dream of building airplanes.”
As he brushed away the moss from the gravestone, he discovered something unusual—coordinates etched into the marble. The numbers reminded him of the treasure hunts he used to enjoy with his Grandpa, and his curiosity was piqued. “Could this be one last message from Grandpa?” He quickly entered the coordinates into his phone and was astonished to find they led to a locker at the local railway station.
Hurrying to the station, Liam asked about a locker registered under the name R. Hudson. The receptionist confirmed that locker 417 had been untouched for over a year. With mounting excitement and frustration, Liam struggled with the combination lock. A distant airplane’s hum sparked a memory, and he dialed 1717—the model number of the first toy plane he and his Grandpa had built. The locker creaked open.
Inside, Liam discovered bundles of cash and an old brown diary. The diary’s first page left him breathless: “Dear Liam, if you’re reading this, you haven’t forgotten me, and I’m so proud of you. This money is for your dream of becoming a flight engineer. But before you decide what to do with it, you need to know about your father…”
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