Hannah’s POV“Every night I wake up praying, please God, let me be sick.”I set the diary down. Just for a second. Just to breathe.Then I picked it up again because I couldn’t not.The apartment was empty when I got home. That wasn’t unusual. Zara stepped out sometimes, corner store, a walk, nowhere in particular. She never went far. I had learned not to panic at an empty apartment.But the diary was sitting on the dining table.Zara’s pink diary. The one she treated like a second heartbeat. Carried everywhere. Slept with it under her pillow some nights. It had no business being on that table. Zara would never leave it out.Not unless she wanted it to be found.I stood there for a long moment just looking at it.Then I sat down and opened it.I told myself I would just skim. One page. Two at most. Just enough to understand what was happening with my daughter before she got home and I could find a way to start the conversation carefully.That was the plan.“Please save me from going t
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