CHAPTER 56

Vanya's POV

Later that day, I tried to push the journal and my father's warnings to the back of my mind, but they lingered like a dark cloud over my thoughts. Every time I looked at Marco, I saw the fear in my father's writing reflected in his eyes. And every time I tried to ignore it, the memory of my father's voice echoed in my mind, urging me to be careful.

As the day wore on, I knew I couldn't just let it go. Whatever secrets Marco was keeping, I had to find out. If it was just a mere fight or not, I will find out.

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I stepped out of my car and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach since that morning. The journal weighed heavily in my bag, a constant reminder of the secrets it held and the tension that now colored my interactions with Marco. I had spent the entire weekend wrestling with what I had read.

But now it was Monday, and I needed to focus. The familiar sights and sounds of my workplace offered