The door was locked, and Hailey could hear the clattering of objects on the ground and against the wall.

It was pointless knocking; Edward was in a fit of rage, and so was she, but she needed answers. She walked hastily back to her room to get the spare keys, which she found after a thorough search.

However, as she was about to leave, a white slip was thrown to the ground by the wind. It was similar to that of Edward's. Her heart skipped a beat as she lowered and picked up the piece of paper.

Behold, it was the same handwriting.

Momentarily forgetting about her aim, Hailey settled...