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Penulis: Lilah Morgan
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Found Clues

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

Devon’s POV

I was supposed to be sleeping. Everyone said I needed rest, food and patience as well. But the only thing I needed was Alexa back. I needed to see her safe and sound. Secure from danger. Everything else felt like a distraction, like static noise in the background of a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

My hands rifled through the cardboard box marked “Carissa.” I hadn’t touched it in a year, up until recently, and it still smelled faintly like her shampoo. Lavender and sugarplum, her favorite combo. She had always said it smelled like summer afternoons and laughter. And at the moment, all I could remember was the sister I’d failed to protect.

The journals were at the bottom. Three of them, spiral-bound with stickers on the covers, each page a burst of Carissa's bubbly, chaotic handwriting. I opened one at random. I don't know how many times I had gone through them the past few days. Today however, there was something new that I hadn't notice
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