“I’m old! When do I get to just give up and embrace it?” The dog reappeared at the top of the stairs and barked joyfully. All his humans were about to be in the same place at the same time.

“You can decide whether you want to embrace bodily disrepair after you see what we found,” she promised.

By the time they reached the third floor, Maggie was feeling giddy. “Silas? Are you ready for us?”

“All set,” he called from the bedroom.

“I haven’t seen you this excited since you found Marshmallow Fluff in the grocery store,” Dean observed.

She clasped her hands under her chin. “You have no idea. Just get your camera ready and follow me.”

They followed her into the bedroom, and Maggie rushed over to the open closet door and made a sweeping bow. “Gentlemen, please enter.”

“After all we’ve been through, you want me to go back in the closet? I swear to God, Maggie, if this is some creepy rat skeleton…”

“Less whining. More recording.”

Dean heaved a sigh and turned on the camera.

“Can I go in?” Cody asked, excitement clear on his face.

“Yes! For the love of God, yes. Someone come in here,” Silas bellowed.

Cody ducked inside. “Holy shit! Holy. Shit.”

Wallace, suddenly acting more spry than a fifty-year-old, elbowed Dean out of the way and entered. “Oh my God,” the old man wheezed. “It can’t be.”

Not one to be left out, Dean plowed into the closet and stopped short in the doorway of the secret room. Maggie paused next to him. “Well?” she asked.

“What. The. Hell. Is. This?” Dean demanded, slapping her arm with each syllable without bobbling the camera.

“Ow! It’s a secret room full of Campbell family stuff.” She grinned over at Silas, who was filming their reactions—hopefully—on her phone.

Kevin ran from person to person to share sniffing and licking.

“Look at the books,” Wallace whispered.

“Cool pictures,” Cody said, peering at the framed portraits on the wall.

“Is this a manuscript?” Wallace whispered, studying the stack of papers on the desk.

“Looks like an unfinished one,” Silas told him.

Dean crammed himself into the room to film every inch of it. Silas wriggled his way out to stand in the doorway with her. Behind the camera, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Together they watched as Cody, Dean, and Wallace explored the contents.

“Are you guys ready to see the best part?” Maggie asked, unable to contain herself a moment longer.

“There’s more?” Dean groaned.

“Cody, how about you open up that drawer in the desk?” Silas suggested.

The kid did as he was told and produced the velvet jeweler’s case.

“Well, what are you waitin’ for, son?” Wallace asked, popping the lid on the box. Dean tromped forward to get a good look inside.

“Whoa,” Cody breathed.

“Holy shit,” Wallace announced.