ALEC
I press my ears against the sturdy wood, straining to hear if there is life inside. There are no sounds, no movements inside. I cast one last glance behind before grabbing the knob and pushing it gently. The door slides with ease, granting me access into the room.
My heart slams hard in my chest and for a minute, I am perplexed as to the reasons for my pacing heart. I am not afraid of Jasmine, neither am I afraid of anyone.
But the way she reacted in her study, the passion in her eyes and the dance of pain in those eyes of hers, it told me that the diary is special to her and it means so much more. I understand, it is the last thing she can hold that reminds her of her father, but I also feel that that is blinding her from taking the necessary actions to do what she ought to do wit
