“Mrs. Henderson!” Elena stammered, frantically trying to hide the diary behind her back, her voice cracking with panic. “I am so sorry. I know I shouldn’t be looking through your things. Please don’t fire me, I can explain everything…”
Sarah stepped into the closet, her voice soft but demanding answers. “Elena, I’ve seen you do this on camera. I don’t care about the rules right now. I just need to know why. Why are you reading my mother’s private diary, and why are you crying over her picture?”
Elena looked down at the book, taking a shaky breath. “A few weeks ago, while I was deep-cleaning the closet, this book fell out from behind the drawer. When I picked it up, it fell open. The elegant cursive handwriting instantly looked incredibly familiar to me. I couldn’t help myself, Sarah. I kept coming back every day to read it because I had to know for sure.”