Page 451 of Hidden Depths

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Storm held the radio with both hands.

“You were the youngest. Grandpa gave you Home because he trusted you to bring us back. What did he say?”

Hazel’s breathing slowed.

“He said home wasn’t a place.”

“What was it?”

“The people who came when you called.”

Storm looked at me.

Then Ben.

Then the radio connecting all five sisters.

“Call us home, Hazel.”

Hazel began to sing.

A simple melody.

Soft.

Familiar.

Storm closed her eyes.

Calle joined from the lighthouse.

Then Ivy.

Willow.

Finally, Storm.

It wasn’t a song I knew.

But I had heard her hum it aboard Sea Whisper.

Grandpa’s sailing song.

Five sisters sang across the radio while the mountain shook around us.

A tone answered from inside the gate.

The final circle illuminated.

HOME CONFIRMED.

The timer stopped at six seconds.