Constance
I couldn’t sleep.
My body was begging for rest, but my mind wouldn’t shut up.
Once my phone’s clock hit three, I decided to give up on sleep. If the peaceful darkness hadn’t dragged me under by now, it wasn’t going to.
Getting up, I made my way over to my sewing table and pulled out the diary I had found in Gabriel’s chest. Crawling back into my bed, my back propped up against a mound of pillows, I flipped through the pages. All were blank. Why would Gabriel have an empty journal sitting in a chest full of his invaluable belongings and mementos?
There was something I was missing.
Staring at the outside, I ran my hand down the spine, thinking… There was a spell that could hide things in plain sight a
