CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Danielle had meant every word she’d said when she visited Chloe yesterday. She deeply regretted trashing Chloe’s apartment and was ashamed that she had stooped so low as to stealing the journal away from Chloe. While she had been at her sister’s apartment, there had been a moment before leaving when she had nearly tossed the journal onto Chloe’s coffee table. It would have been the responsible thing to do. But in the end, she had held onto it and Chloe had not bothered to ask for it back.
That’s how the journal was still with Danielle, sitting in the fork of her legs as she sat behind the wheel of her car. It was dark, and the rows of townhouses in front of her loomed high up into the night sky.
She stared out at one of the townhouses in particular. Weak white light
