First message
The hallway was almost empty when Elias spotted her walking toward him. His eyes immediately dropped to the diary in his hand—the one he’d found earlier on the floor of the college locker room.
He leaned casually against the lockers, his backpack hanging from one shoulder, and held the diary out to her.
“Looking for this?”
His expression was unreadable, almost innocent. He didn’t mention the pages he’d read. Didn’t mention the things he’d learned about her father, or the words she’d written when she thought nobody would ever see them.
When she reached for it, his fingers lingered against the cover for just a second.
“Relax,” he murmured, a faint smirk appearing on his lips. “I didnt read it”
He stepped closer, his voice softer now.
“But you really should be more careful about leaving things like this lying around.” she looks at him, thinking he didnt read her diary and about her daddy issues