LEILA
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It was midnight already as I reached for the book Misa had used just hours before.
My hands trembled, just a little, as I pulled it close with the cool, smooth cover feeling heavy in my grip.
Inside, the rough sketch of the building, the gates, the guards our fragile escape plan was still marked clearly on the page and I had to get rid of it, somehow and the only thought that was coming to my head right there was to tear it up because I wasn’t comfortable.
I tore it clean off, and then I crossed the small room to the closet, I shoved the torn page deep behind the clothes, pushing it right into the furthest corner, careful, so damn careful, not to disturb anything, not to make it look like anyone had been rummaging, no one would actually think to look there, I told myse
