“I didn’t know Grandpa was a Nazi,” Adria snorts, holding up a wooden box.
“What?” Wren marvels, biting back a laugh. She drops the old journal she’s been reading and scrambles to Adria’s side.
Adria traces the Nazi symbol painted on the box, the old red paint flaking off. “I can’t believe he was a Nazi.”
Wren shoulders Adria and rips the box from her hands. “Open it up.” She unties the leather...