The Journey of Trust

Caleb found the map while clearing out his grandfather’s desk, tucked carefully

inside a book he’d never seen opened. The paper was creased into four perfect folds,

the edges worn soft with age. Hand-drawn lines traced roads, rivers,

and hills, ending at a small X beside the creek. Beneath it was a note.

“Take this journey when you feel lost. I’ll be waiting at the end.” Caleb hadn’t felt

found in a long time. So the next morning, he followed the map.

The path led him through tall grass, past the old oak where his grandfather used to tell stories,

and down toward the riverbank. Every step felt familiar, like walking inside