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I truly wished she wouldn't do anything else. She was so close to my private parts that I could clearly feel her breath brushing against my skin with every inhale. My body trembled without permission. Along with the shame, there was also a hidden pulse of excitement I couldn't deny. The moment I realized that, a wave of fear washed over me. What the hell was wrong with me? "Wait… why does this thing kinda look like Shawn's?"

Her serious eyes and her aura seemed familiar to her. “Ms. Trisha.” She was brought back to reality when Alice's secretary called her. “A-Ah sorry, sorry! This way, My brother is waiting inside, I mean Sir Travis.” She stuttered, 'Gosh, what's happening to you, Trish? It's embarrassing in front of Ma'am Alice,' she thought to herself. Alice secretly smiled at her friend's reaction. She hadn't changed at all. Although her appearance has changed, her behavior has not changed. She is still her best friend.

I got up, adjusted my shirt, and then walked to the living room with Ethan following behind me. “Hey Mrs Donovan, we understand that the shooters who came around left you this piece of paper,” one of the cops said, showing me the paper from earlier. I nodded in response. “Do you have anyone in mind who would do such?” “Or anyone that you told a certain secret to.” I couldn’t think of anyone because the only people who knew my secret wouldn’t send shooters after me. “There’s no one,” I answered. I could feel myself shaking, because what if something had happened to her? I would never be able to live with myself, and tears began to stream down my face again.

Some secrets -some skeletons, are nothing but dust, some are rotten, with the flesh still clinging to the bones, and some sit in the shadow of their secrecy, sharing the darkness with ghosts of what they once was. Secrets points to us where our shame lies, and makes us understand the shame of others. I believe that nobody in this world is truly an open book. You might meet people that seem like an open book, but have burnt pages. You might meet people that seem like an open book, but written in a language only they can understand. We all have our secrets, we all have our shame; some more disturbing than others. I zoom in again on the files Wilma sent me. I’m pretty sure my sister’s stalking

No one builds a fortress like this without secrets to protect. I glance back at the door. Lucy is still outside, but the thought does little to calm my nerves. I return to the desk, running my hands along the edges in search of a hidden compartment. When nothing gives, I move to the bookshelves. My fingers trail over the spines, most of which are fake—decorative placeholders meant to impress rather than inform. I’m about to give up when one book catches my eye. Smaller than the others, it’s wedged awkwardly between two massive volumes.

Once inside, I place the mac and cheese onto my desk and removes one of the oven mitts before I begin searching the book shelf to the right of my desk. “What are you doing?” Getting a puzzled look from Sky, I ignore his questioning gaze. “You’ll see.” Finding what I am looking for, I pull out a book titled “Hidden Secrets” and smirk as the shelf slowly moves to the right side. Sky lets out a low whistle as I place on the mitt once again before picking up the pan and climbing the stairs in the hidden passage way. "Wow." Is Sky's only response.

I begin to look around hurriedly so that I can get the idea of it all, before she comes to her room. Walking around like an aimless dog, I begin to check different things until my eyes fall on something I didn't expect my eyes would be on. Getting my hands on the book, written at the back is, 'my secrets..' I know that kind of book could be a lie and also, it can contain some elements of truth. I opened up and what I set my eyes on almost got my leg trembling. 'What! she planned all this.' I almost couldn't believe my eyes, because the sight of the plan is so terrifying.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

I'm not a belonging, okay? FINALLY, I can read my book once again. 'Endless Poison Love', ah, I love it so much! Well, to be honest, I love my collection. I even asked for Brother to build a secret room within my room as a hidden library to keep all my favorite romance novels and mystery-thriller books are. Of course, I also have other books.