- S U T T E R -
11.20.16 // 2:45 p.m.
LIGHT RAIN DROPS fall on my face as I make my way to the door of the police station, holding onto the straps of my backpack that contain Victoria's diary. In my right pocket, I grip the note she wrote me, still debating if I should give it to the police or not.
It's a chilly day, with dark grey clouds taking over the once blue sky. I stand outside of the police station, staring at the door, my hand hovering above the handle.
Just go in. Get this over with.
I try to shake off my never-ending nerves, but I didn't know how. Now that I have another lead on to where Blaire could be, my heart is back to beating too fast and my brain wheels are turning at twenty miles per hour. My stomach quivers slightly and I feel the pressing need to throw up. I run a
