THE HIDDEN COPY.
The Diary of Silence Chapter Thirty — The Hidden Copy The afternoon sun hung low in the sky when Amara and her cousin returned home from school. The road was dusty and quiet, and the usual neighborhood sounds — distant radios, children playing, the barking of a stray dog — floated lazily through the warm air. But neither of them noticed much of it. Both of them were thinking about the same thing. The diary. And the way their uncle had searched the house that morning. Amara spoke first. “He’s going to look again.” Her cousin nodded slowly. “Yes.” “And next time…” she swallowed, “…he might find it.” The thought made both of them walk a little slower. The house came into view at the end of the road. The same house that once felt like a place to sleep. Now it felt like a trap.
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