couldnât unlock it.
The hope chest sat unopened for several days after Breeanne bought it, until Suki came up with the idea of making skeleton key necklaces. Suki sold the necklaces in her online Etsy store to great success, and used up all the keys in the store. Sheâd put a sign in the window offering to buy skeleton keys for a dollar.
The next day, a mysterious customer brought in a key that had fit the lock on the trunkâs fifth compartment.
Taking the saying on the chest to heart, Breeanne had made a wish as sheâd opened the compartment, asking for a boost in her writing career. Right after that, sheâd gotten a call from the agent whoâd snubbed her for over a year, telling her local sports hero Rowdy Blanton was looking for a ghostwriter from their area.
Inside the compartment, Breeanne had found asmaller box with another cryptic saying etched into that lid, and when she opened the smaller box, Breeanne discovered a cheetah scarf that felt soft only to her and Rowdy. To everyone else, the scarf felt rough and scratchy.
Breeanne took it as a sign that she and Rowdy were meant to be.
Romantic, yes, but it didnât really mean anything, at least not to Kashaâs way of thinking.
But then Breeanne gave the trunk to Jodi after she and Rowdy married. Jodi found a skeleton key in an antique evening bag sheâd borrowed from Timeless Treasures on the same night she met Jake while crashing a high-society wedding.
The key had fit the fourth compartment in the trunk, and when Jodi opened it, sheâd found an exotic perfume that only she and Jake could smell.
Still, Kasha remained unconvinced that the trunk had special wish-granting powers. In her mind, it was self-fulfilling prophecy, and nothing more. How could it be more than the power of suggestion? Her sisters had wanted to fall in love, so their minds had invented a fantasy to match what they found.
Kasha wasnât interested in searching for a key. The last thing she wanted was a passionate relationship. If she ever did get marriedânot that she was even thinking along those linesâit would be a sane, sensible agreement. Not some wild, ardent union based on overwrought emotions.
Breeanne put a hand on Kashaâs knee. âYou canât give up on love.â
âI havenât given up because I was never looking for it in the first place.â
Breeanne clucked her tongue. âLove is the most wonderful thing in the world.â
Kasha shifted in her seat, and wished she hadnât gotten into this conversation. âForget me. Whatâs got you down in the mouth?â
âI saw the doctor todayââ
âIs it your heart?â Kashaâs pulse jumped, and she wrapped a hand around Breeanneâs thin forearm.
âNo, no. I didnât see my cardiologist.â Breeanne nibbled her bottom lip, and pushed a lock of long blond hair behind her ear.
âWho?â
A tear slipped down Breeanneâs cheek, then another, and another.
What now? Kashaâs chest tightened. Felt helpless in the face of her sisterâs tears. She dug around in her purse, found a tissue, pressed it into her sisterâs hand. Awkwardly, she patted Breeanneâs shoulder. âThere. There.â
Breeanne swiped at her cheeks, but it didnât staunch the flow of tears.
Fear twined around Kashaâs throat. âWhat is it? You gotta tell me.â
âRowdy and I went to see a fertility specialist . . .â Breeanne paused. Hiccupped. âAnd the tests came back.â She hitched in a breath, closed her eyes. âBecause of my longstanding health issues, and the medications I was on for so many years, I most likely wonât ever be able to have children of my own.â
âOh, Bree,â Kasha whispered. âIâm so sorry.â
Breeanne pressed the tissue against her nose, her shoulders wobbling with the force of her grief.
âHave you told Mom and