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My mind couldn’t rest as I paced the length of the room, still clutching the watch tightly to my chest. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the journal, afraid of what I would see. What if I figured out the identity of the person who disappeared? How exactly could I explain that to Esme? I would have to tell her about the journal, and the note I found in it.
Feeling the need to safeguard the watch from prying eyes, I carefully surveyed my room, searching for the perfect hiding spot. I opened drawers, examined shelves, and even considered stashing it behind the picture frame on my nightstand. But none of these options felt secure enough.
As I pondered my dilemma, my gaze fell upon the bed, its wooden frame providing a sense of stability. Something inside me urged me to investigate fu
