Allison's POV
Pages have been ripped from my journal. Not just torn, but savagely ripped, as if whoever did it wanted to erase something — or someone — from existence. The pages that held my current story, gone. The photos, too. Every trace of my past weeks has vanished, leaving nothing but jagged edges and blank spaces where memories once lived. A cold shiver runs down my spine, blending with the confusion swirling in my chest.
I need to destroy the journal, burn it, before it becomes a weapon in the wrong hands. But now... someone else seems to have beaten me to it. Rebecca, perhaps? That conniving woman. Her sly smiles, her casual manner, like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Yet, I can't shake the image of her fingers flipping through the pages of my journal, tearing out my secrets. Did she do it? No… she'd acted as though she had no interest in it. Or could it have been Zain? Or Darius? Yasmin even? Or the triplets... Damn I'm making too many enemies.