LILITH
I held the tablet in my hand as I stood up, and walked out of the closet, pausing at the threshold to scan the entire bedroom.
My gaze soon landed on the vanity table at the corner.
Technically, it should be in one of those drawers. I lowered my eyes, trailing slowly over each compartment one by one.
Yet… I frowned.
Something about that didn’t feel right.
I vaguely remembered how deeply personal the things I wrote in that journal were: my rawest, realest thoughts.
Maybe even a little dark.
Definitely not something I’d want anyone to stumble upon.
Not even Claire, whom I’d trusted the most back then.
And especially not my mother, who saw my privacy as non-existent.
So, there was no way I would’ve left it somewhere obvious or easily found.
Still, it wouldn’t hurt to check.
