“There's something hidden in the Maze," he says quietly.
"Really?" My eyes widen. "Like buried treasure?"
"Something like that. But you'll have to be my good little girl and wait," he cautions. "We can't go get it, not for a while."
I frown, unaccustomed to waiting. Sensing my displeasure, Dad takes my hand.
"It's there for you when you really need it. You'll know when that day comes." He looks at me intently. "If I'm not here to show you... just remember the hydrangeas. When you see them, that means you're close.”