stand still until suddenly, there is no time left. I propel myself forward into Caroline’s parent’s bedroom. Barely slipping inside with enough time to go undetected, I move behind the bedroom door, pressing myself against the wall where I struggle to contain my breathing as footsteps come closer down the hall.
Something had been forgotten? A purse? 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 purse? A responding male voice has a shiver running up my spine. Damon. What is 𝘩𝘦 doing here? Caroline is supposed to be having dinner with her parents tonight. When did Stefan’s brother become part of the family?
Barely breathing as the voices grow close, I dart out of Caroline’s room just as footsteps hit the stairs. 𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. Time seems to→
Caroline had been extremely careful in choosing a hiding place. I’m busy painstakingly placing her perfectly folded shirts back into the bureau when the front door opens and voices echo through the house. They were back? 𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺?
My stomach twists with dread. Standing perfectly still, I listen to the sound of high heels as they cross the hardwood floor downstairs. Caroline is bickering with her mother.→
Two weeks of detective work is what brought me to this moment. Caroline, my back-stabbing former friend, had stolen my diary. I was sure of it. And somewhere in this house, it was hidden.
Over the last thirty minutes, I had checked all of the logical places in Caroline’s room━ under the mattress, inside the closet, even the loose floorboard that needs to be pried up carefully so as to not break a fingernail━ but found nothing. →
✢ ⁝ But then the sun came up, and reality set in.