The third night came without wind, and the house settled early.

Milo carried the button and ribbon back to the loose board and lifted it just enough for the moonlight to reach inside.

Something brushed against his paw.

Fabric. Softer than the ribbon, but heavier.

Milo pulled it into the light. It was a handkerchief, folded small and worn thin with age. One corner held a tight knot.

He turned the knot gently between his claws, but it did not loosen.

The ribbon beside it lay flat and untied.

Milo tried the knot once more, then stopped. He placed the handkerchief beside the ribbon and button.

Three things rested there now beneath the board, and the house stayed quiet around them.

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