Seconds ticked by on the live feed, turning into minutes. Elena remained completely motionless, her eyes locked onto the handwritten pages of the diary. What happened next completely baffled Sarah, instantly melting her anger into deep confusion.
Elena’s shoulders began to tremble violently. Slowly, she set the book down, stood up, and walked over to a small silver-framed photograph of Sarah’s mother resting on a side shelf. She picked up the frame, holding it tightly against her chest as if her life depended on it. Tears began to stream down her face, catching the dim light of the closet as heavy, breathless sobs shook her entire body.
Sarah sat at her office desk, utterly stunned by the raw emotion playing out on her screen. This wasn’t the behavior of a thief caught in the act, nor was it simple curiosity. It was a display of profound, agonizing heartbreak. Sarah stared at her phone, her mind racing in a hundred different directions. What was in those pages that horrified her maid, and what did her own mother have to do with it?