Me and Mrs. Rhodes entered the room, none of us talked and we both just stood there for a while. It's been two months since she was gone and today, me and Mrs. Rhodes finally got the time to clean her room. The whole process we were silent as we cleaned up.
Mrs Rhodes was doing the closet, taking out all the clothes and folded them nicely into one box. Me the other hand, emptying the drawers which mostly consist of scissors, pencils, measuring tapes, pins, and notches.
When I was cleaning the bedside drawer, I found a book. I opened it and I quickly realized that it was a diary. Her diary. I knew I wasn't supposed to read someone's private thoughts but my curiousity got the best of me. Who knows I might find out why she wanted me dead.
I looked around, seeing Mrs. Rhodes was still bu
