Emma
Aldrick left a few minutes ago to clean the mess on the rooftop and suggested I get some more sleep, but I’m pumped. I feel energized and I want to drag my stuff to our room, so that is what I’m doing. I don’t have a lot, so it shouldn’t take me long to put it all away. I pull all my clothes into our closet and start making room so I can hang things up when a box catches my attention, it’s hidden behind a wall of clothes, and nothing is unusual about the box but it looks like something shiny with sequins is poking out and I’m way too curious to let it go. I pull down the box and remove the top.
A shocked scream lodges its way halfway out of my throat and I scoot back away from the box. My back is against the opposite wall of the closet while I compose myself. I slowly crawl back t
