Gwen's POV
I managed to slip out of Nora's room without being caught as my heart pounded in my chest with fear. The journal I had seen in her room, which might have answered all my questions about her, lay in the room where I had dropped it for fear of being caught.
It weighed heavily on my mind as I wished I could have risked being caught just to have a glimpse of the book. But the footsteps of the maid I heard turned my inside upside down and I could only think of one thing, escaping.
I hailed myself for being smart as where I hid, the closet was a close call! Even though the place was small and dim space that was cramped up and even smelled faintly of cedar, I ensured I pressed myself against the back wall and barely breathed to avoid stories that touched the heart.
I heard the
