Mathilda
They acted like hawks as they watched me, but I had been sneaking around since I could.
“We are not here to watch over you, someone left this in your room and we thought it is important, or some kind of a message.” Agnes said. She then straightened herself, and held out the book on her hand.
It was not mine, but the way it was altered to something else was familiar. I took it from her, and then I felt the texture of the cover that was similar to mine, to Tina’s books. Did she leave it in my room? But how did she manage to get out of detainment?