She paused, her gaze distant. “One day, he did. But it wasn’t just treasure he found. It brought nothing but fear.”
I stared at the items in disbelief. “You mean he actually found treasure?”
Mrs. Harper nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “He thought it was from some lost civilization, priceless. But word spread. Treasure hunters started showing up. He buried it here to protect it… but it drove him mad. The paranoia consumed him, and in the end, it cost him his life.”
Her words hit hard, the weight of her secret pressing down on both of us. She had spent years in fear, guarding something that had only brought her misery.
“You can’t live like this forever,” I said gently. “No treasure is worth this.”
She sighed, her eyes reflecting years of burden. “But what do I do? If I give it up, what was it all for?”
“Donate it,” I suggested. “Give it to a museum. Maybe then you can find peace.”
After a long silence, she nodded. “You’re right. It’s time to let it go.”
A few days later, we found ourselves in the back room of a local museum, waiting for an appraiser to examine the treasure. Mrs. Harper fidgeted nervously, but there was a newfound determination about her.
The appraiser finally spoke, a puzzled expression on his face. “I have some surprising news. These items… they’re not real.”
“What?” I asked, a sinking feeling in my chest.
“They’re fakes,” he explained. “The gold is just an alloy, and the diamonds are glass. There’s no value here.”
I stared at him in disbelief. All those years of fear, all for nothing.
Suddenly, laughter bubbled up inside me. I couldn’t stop it—the absurdity of it all overwhelmed me. Mrs. Harper looked at me, then slowly started laughing too. The appraiser watched, baffled, which only made us laugh harder.
In that moment, the weight of years of anxiety and secrecy lifted.
As we left the museum, Mrs. Harper turned to me, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, April,” she said quietly. “For helping me through this.”
I smiled, warmth spreading through me. “Come on,” I said, linking my arm with hers. “Let’s go crack open that bottle of wine I’ve been saving. I think we’ve earned it.”
And just like that, we left the shadows of the past behind, ready to embrace a future free from fear.