CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Danielle was hungry but could not eat. Her stomach was in knots. Her nerves were fried. She’d attempted to eat microwaved chicken nuggets but had stopped at two. The rest of them sat on a plate on her coffee table directly beside the item that was causing her severe anxiety.
Her mother’s diary.
Honestly, it wasn’t the diary itself that had her feeling somewhat sick. It was what she had done earlier in the day to get the diary. She had nearly changed her mind twice on the way over to Chloe’s place. She had done some seedy and deplorable things in the past, but nothing quite this deliberate. She hated the idea that she had, for all intents and purposes, stolen from Chloe.
More than that, she had left her apartment a mess. But that had been part of it. She wanted it to se
