Eliana walked away slowly, her heels clicking faintly against the polished floor as her thoughts spiraled.

Her brows furrowed, lips tightening slightly.

She didn’t fully understand what had just unfolded, but one thing she was sure of was that something had definitely happened between them.

But what? What led to Thalia’s accident?

She tilted her head slightly, pressing her index finger against her lips as if trying to arrange a puzzle together.

“This only means Thalia must have seen the diary,” she murmured under her breath. “She read it…and must’ve…”

“Eliana!”

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. She turned sharply, blinking when she saw Rosy walking toward her....