Grandma left me one thing: a folded old map. At first it looked like junk. Then I saw the stars — tiny ones, drawn by hand. One marked the playground where I broke my arm at six. One marked the corner where my bike flipped. Every place I'd ever been hurt had a star. But there was one I'd never been: far out at sea, alone in the blue. What happened to me out there that I didn't remember?

I had to know. I took the map to the harbor and showed it to old Captain Reyes, who'd known Grandma for years. He squinted at the sea star and went pale. 'I'll take you,' he said. 'But you should ask your mother first.' I didn't. We left at dawn.

The boat reached the exact spot at noon. The water was flat and still, almost too calm. Reyes cut the engine. 'Your grandmother lost something here,' he said. He handed me a pair of old diving goggles and pointed down. 'Look for yourself.'

I pulled the goggles on and went under. A few feet down, something glinted on a shallow rock shelf — a small metal locket, green with age. I grabbed it and kicked back up, gasping. Reyes hauled me in. 'She always wondered if it was still there,' he whispered.

I wanted to give the locket to Mom myself. We sailed home and I drove straight to her house and put it in her hand. She covered her mouth. 'Your grandmother dropped it that day, reaching for us,' she said. 'I thought it was gone forever.' We hugged for a long time.