My heart is like a bomb underneath my chest. It gives me chills in each passing second and it might explode anytime soon. The room becomes even brighter as the cameras roll. Without any form of introduction, I turn my waist sideways and reach for Ms. Santiago’s storage box then place it on my lap. My shaking and moist hands remove its lid and the first thing that I take out is the diary. I clear my throat before opening my mouth.
“This is the diary of Ms. Santiago and recorded in here were her thoughts when she’s still alive,” I say then turn my gaze to Chaz. “Had you seen or read this before?”
“I had seen it but never read it,” he replies with total placidity.
“Can you tell me when and where did you see this?”
“I don’t remember the exact date but the police showed that to me when they
