Worries pop up. Is it wise to enter the mansion without a clear plan? We don’t even know what we’re looking for. The treasure could be a basement full of doubloons, or a priceless art collection, or anything else. Perhaps we should spend more time researching Arthur Hawksley’s interests. Eva’s words come back to memory. Should we even be doing this at all?
Now that my overwhelming worries are largely quieted by a night of thinking and praying, the reality of paying for the growing medical bills is settling back in. I can’t control Eva’s surgery, so there’s no need for me to stress about that; it’s in God’s hands. This treasure, though? This is very much my problem, and it’s a problem I have yet to solve.
What should I say to her? So much has happened since I left. Will she approve of me trying to find the Hawksley treasure? Should I tell her we finally found a map that might lead directly to it? Maybe it would ease her mind if she knew the medical bills were no longer a concern. I place my hand on the knob and breathe deeply. Pushing it open, my eyes immediately land on Evangeline.
Could this be it? Might we, tonight, find the—as Austin said it—dragon’s horde? All of my troubles might end before the sun rises again. One thought finally shakes me from the stupor. I won’t find it if I keep sitting around.