Her best friend, Leo, leaned over her shoulder, squinting. “That’s just the old fire tower. It’s been condemned for years.”
Hailey had always been the kind of girl who saw the world in maybes. Maybe that old oak tree held a secret. Maybe the creek behind her house led somewhere magical. And maybe—just maybe—the tattered map she found tucked inside a library book wasn’t a joke. haileys treasure adventure
It was a Saturday in late July, the kind where the heat shimmered off the pavement and the only sensible thing to do was stay inside with a popsicle. But Hailey had never been sensible. She stuffed the map into her backpack, grabbed a flashlight that may or may not have working batteries, and convinced Leo to come along by promising him half of whatever they found. Her best friend, Leo, leaned over her shoulder, squinting
Behind the grate was a crawl space, and behind the crawl space was a dry den beneath the roots of the Whispering Pines. And there, in the dim glow of Hailey’s flickering flashlight, sat a small wooden chest no bigger than a shoebox. Maybe that old oak tree held a secret