Chapter 11 - Lily’s Revelation
That evening, the snowstorm outside intensified, wrapping the Montana lodge in a thick blanket of pristine white silence.
Lily sat at the small wooden dining table in the kitchen, eating a warm bowl of chicken soup prepared personally by Thomas.
She wore a clean, soft cotton sweater Thomas had had flown in from a boutique in Seattle, her messy blonde hair brushed neatly.
“Uncle Thomas?” Lily spoke up, breaking the quiet hum of the refrigerator as she set her spoon down.
“Yes, sweet girl?” Thomas asked, sitting down across from her with a cup of black coffee in his tattooed hands.
“Mommy told me before the bad men took her that we had to hide the silver key in the old railway station in Seattle.”
“She said if anyone ever tried to hurt us, I should give the key to the man with the mountain hands.”
Thomas set his coffee mug down so hard the porcelain cracked slightly against the wood, his heart pounding against his ribs.
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“Did she tell you which railway station, Lily?” Thomas asked, leaning forward eagerly while keeping his voice gentle.
“Station 4,” Lily replied simply, tilting her head with innocent clarity. “Underneath the floorboards where the old train engine used to park.”
