Chapter 50

• Wren's POV
• A victorious laugh bubbled and spilled out of my mouth. Exhaustion forgotten, I raced towards the waterfall. There was a plastic shovel next to a large X drawn in the sand.
• "Well, 'X' marks the spot." I mumbled as I got to work, digging a hole with the shovel. Little by little, I shoveled sand away until my shovel struck something. I discarded my shovel and used my hands to brush the sand away from the object.