Chapter Seventeen: Buried Deep
The house was quiet.
I couldn’t sleep. The need to find that letter and end this nightmare kept eating at me.
I waited until I was sure Seth was asleep, then quietly slipped out of my room and made my way to his.
His door was slightly ajar, and the room was dark. I pushed it open gently and stepped inside.
It was empty.
I started searching—quietly opening drawers, checking under the bed, inside his closet. My hands trembled as I looked everywhere, but I found nothing. No letter. No Nothing.
Just as I was reaching for his bedside drawer, the lights suddenly flicked on.
I froze in my spot.
Seth was standing by the door, arms crossed, watching me with a cold, calm expression.
“You’ll never find the letter, Phoebe,” he said quietly. “And for trying to
