~ELENA~

I don’t think. I don’t breathe properly. I just move.

My feet carry me down the hallway like they already know where I’m going.

My blood roars in my ears, louder than my footsteps, louder than the memories clawing their way out of my chest.

Every wall I pass feels too close, too suffocating, like this house itself is trying to stop me.

Lorenzo Romano.

My mother’s killer.

He's currently at the pool.

How can he be at peace and in the pool after he killed my mom? The same pool where he killed his daughter??

That monster! That ruthless man! That murderer!

I grip the diary harder as...