Stella–POV
I tossed and turned; sleep eluded me. Frustrated, I sat up and made my way to retrieve the diary, hoping to find a way to unlock its secrets. I carefully pulled out the journal and, once again, attempted to open it using a hammer on the small lock. To my dismay, it remained stubbornly shut. Exhausted and defeated, I sank back, only to feel a hot trickle of blood from my nose— a telltale sign of stress. Scrambling to find a tissue box, I heard an unexpected click, and to my surprise, the lock popped open, triggered by a drop of blood.
Eager to uncover the mysteries within, I opened the diary and found only a description of myself and my name. The rest of the pages were blank, leaving me perplexed. What baffled me even more was that the handwriting was an exact match to Kellan's
