Twenty-Nine.

(Celina’s POV)

I was hesitant to leave the place without having found the answers I was looking for.

Lucas had helped me gather what looked like journal pages from the basement, and we brought them to the table upstairs as we settled on the couch and started going through them.

We must have fallen asleep in the middle of it. I was woken up by Austin’s loud single clap.

Lucas sat up straight, ready to defend himself. Instincts.

As I was leaning on him, his sudden movement also made me wake up.

“What is going on?” I asked, my voice groggy.

“What were you guys doing all night?” Austin asked as he went to pick up a piece of paper.

“Don't!” Lucas and I said it in unison.

Austin frowned as his eyebrow raised. “What is all of this?” He asked.

“We brought up almost everything that had been written on down from the basement.” Lucas replied.

“Then why are they spread across the table?” Austin further inquired.

“Because,” I stood up to go make some coffee, if this guy even drank coffee, “we foun