The next morning, Olivia decided to visit the old family garden. The garden was a place her grandmother had always been passionate about, and it was now overgrown with wildflowers and tangled vines. She held the key tightly in her hand as she stepped through the garden gate. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming roses and the gentle hum of bees. 'Grandma, what are you trying to show me?' she whispered to herself, feeling a sense of purpose.