Teenagers Life

Previously

…A sudden, sharp rapping at the front door made me jump, my heart leaping into my throat. I hadn’t heard anyone arrive. Who could it be? My mind immediately went to Eleanor, her concern always appearing at the most opportune, or in this case, unsettling, moments. Or perhaps it was Sam, his guilt finally urging him to come clean. Or maybe, just maybe, it was someone else entirely, someone who knew about the diary, about Leo, about what had been taken. The mystery was no longer confined to the dusty pages of a forgotten book; it had spilled out into the very fabric of my life, and the echoes of the past were growing louder, demanding to be heard.