The door clicked shut behind Damien.
Celeste stood frozen, her heart pounding from the shock of his sudden exit. The fire he left in his eyes still burned in her mind. His words hung heavy in the room, “You don’t want to know the truth.” But she did.
She really, really did. Sleep was out of the question.
The house had gone quiet, but her thoughts screamed in the room. Celeste paced her bedroom and glanced at the small key in her hand every few minutes, the one she had found tucked inside the letter, while her thumb rubbed over the cold metal, as if that alone would summon the answers she needed. She didn’t need more time to think. She needed action.
She took her phone for light, then she slipped out of her room and tiptoed down the hallway with every creaking floorboard making her fl
