82. I Really Wish You Were Here

April's POV

“What on earth is going on? Why is my father's room locked?”

I tried the handle again, but it was hopeless. It was firmly shut. It only made me wonder why it was locked. No one has been here since he died. Who would want to lock it now?

I exhaled, but a smile crept on my face. It didn't matter. I was going to get in one way or another. It was probably Dorian that had the room locked so that I couldn't go in.

I dashed to my room and tore my drawer open.

“Where is it? Where is it?"

I searched the contents frantically for a while. Each second I wasted narrowed my window for looking for the pictures.

Luckily, I found it and held it up to my eyes. I had planned for something like this in case I was ever locked out of Dad's room; I had taken one of the keys to his room. My smile came back and was wider than before.

If Dorian really thought he could lock me out of my father's room, he had another thing coming.

I hurried back to his room and jiggled the key in the lock for a wh