Evelyn Maria stood in the doorway, the gun in her hand glinting in the dim light of the hidden room. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes—sharp and calculating—locked onto mine. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said, her voice calm but laced with menace. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “Maria… what are you doing?” She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “I could ask you the same question. Snooping around where you don’t belong. Did you really think no one would notice?” I glanced at the journal in my hands, then back at her. “I was just… curious.” “Curiosity can be dangerous,” she said, her tone icy. “Especially in this house.” She walked closer, the gun still trained on me. My mind raced, searching for a way out, but the room was small, and the only exit was blocked by Maria. “Give me the journal,” she said, her voice firm. I hesitated, clutching the journal tighter. “Why? What’s in it that you don’t want me to see?” Her eyes narrowed. “You don
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