Chapter 110
I Found Something
The air in the attic felt heavy. It smelled of old wood, dried leaves, and time itself. Dust floated slowly in the light. A thin beam of late afternoon sun slipped through a crack in the roof and landed on the wooden trunk in the corner. The one that held my grandmother's things.
Her life, folded and stored away.
My hands shook a little as I lifted the last notebook.
This one was different. Older. The cover was soft, almost velvety from years of use, the edges rounded by countless turns. The pages were yellow and fragile, whispering when I touched them. I had read the others already simple remedies, careful notes. Fever teas. Compresses. Things made to ease pain, not fight it.
But this was the one she had always guarded most.
Her core book.
Forgotten Art of Miracle Herbal Medicines.
