Raisel’s POV
Hazel’s piercing green eyes locked on me like a detective about to crack a case.
“What are you hiding on that ancient laptop of yours?” she asked, her voice carrying a teasing edge but with unmistakable curiosity.
“Nothing,” I shot back, too quickly. “I told you to destroy it.”
She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.
“Well, I was going to,” she said, leaning back. “Until my laptop broke, and I had to borrow yours. I didn’t mean to pry, but…” She hesitated, biting her lip. “There was a folder. It was password-protected.” Her tone softened, but her gaze stayed firm. “Raisel, what’s in it? I want to know.”
My pulse quickened. “It’s just my diary. That’s all.” My words came out sharper than I intended. “I’m entitled to some privacy, Hazel.”
Her face fell slightly, and I
