Layla's POV:
"Geez, I can't believe I let you do something so stupid!"
Catherine stepped forward, trying to snatch the cigarette from my hand.
"Just one more try," I insisted, wrestling the cigarette away from Catherine's grasp. In our brief tussle, burning ash scattered from the tip like deadly confetti.
Horror struck as I noticed the smoldering hole in the diary's precious pages.
"Oh my God!"
I nearly freaked out, quickly extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray, then vigorously shaking the diary.
'Please don't let anything important be destroyed.'
Suddenly, a photo fell out from between the pages, floating to the ground.
With trembling fingers, I picked up the photo — a young man's face stared back at me, stirring some distant memory. "Could this be him?" Catherine breathed,
