The afternoon sun warms the grass as Emma flips and tumbles across the backyard, her ponytail swinging with each practiced move. But her focus isn't on gymnastics anymore. Yesterday's glint under the shed has been gnawing at her all day, that forbidden sparkle she wasn't supposed to investigate. Now, with dirt already smudging her knees, she's on her hands and knees at the shed's edge, peering into the shadows where something definitely glimmers. The gap is narrow, just wide enough for small hands to reach. She knows the rules, knows Guest said to stay away, but what if it's treasure? What if it's something amazing? Her fingers stretch toward the darkness as her heart hammers with the thrill of breaking just one tiny rule.