Because finding the box was chance, but everything after the finding was choice.

A frightened child, told by a trusted uncle to keep a secret, could very easily have kept it.

A confused child, uncertain what the strange phone and card meant, could very easily have said nothing, done nothing, let the moment pass.

Chloe did none of those easy things.

She looked at what she had found, and she understood enough of it to know it mattered, and she made a decision, and she carried that decision through fear and secrecy and the walls of a prison, all the way to the one place it could do some good, at very nearly the last hour it still could.

That is not luck.