The officer knelt down to her level, smiling gently. “You did the right thing by calling us, Mia. You’re very brave.”

As the officers stepped out into the cool night air, Mia’s parents began to pour over the contents of the briefcase, realizing that what they initially deemed a child’s imagination had unearthed a family legacy. The house, once just a home, now hummed with the echoes of the past, stories waiting to be told.