บท 72: CHAPTER 72: Close to The Truth

　　My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I practically ripped the towel off and threw on some fresh clothes. Sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. Every passing second felt like an eternity, and the weight of uncertainty pressed down on me with suffocating force. I needed answers, and Ava's diary was the only lead I had.

　　Hurrying back to my bed, I clutched the worn leather cover, the familiar scent of vanilla and dust filling my senses. Flipping it open, my eyes darted to the last line I had read before collapsing onto the bed earlier.

　　"Tonight feels like it's been ripped straight out of a bad melodrama. The news about me and Xander…well, let's just say it didn't go over well with Mom. In fact, it went about as spectacularly bad as a plate full of gourmet pasta can go. Literally.