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Kira rushed down the stairs with Trevor following in her wake. She nearly ran into Mrs. Hunt, who was carrying a tray with three steaming cups of tea. Her eyes widened as she saw Kira’s face.
“You’ve found something, haven’t you?” she asked in a hushed voice. The hands carrying the tray trembled, making the teacups rattle in their saucers.
Kira nodded. She was still clutching Clarissa’s diary.
Clarissa’s mother closed her eyes for a moment and visibly steadied herself before leading the way back into the living room. Kira plopped back onto the loveseat next to Trevor and wondered where to begin. Mrs. Hunt spent a few moments settling the tea tray in the moments of silence that followed.
“We found your daughter’s diary,” Trevor said as Kira was still groping for words.
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