The hum of the city outside my window faded into a distant white noise as I hurried through my nightly routine. The shower's hot spray washed away the day's accumulated dirt, and a simple dinner of scrambled eggs and toast fueled my body for the task at hand. Tonight, the diary would finally reveal its secrets. Tonight, I would walk in Ava's shoes, and see the world through her eyes.
Climbing into bed, I clutched the worn leather cover. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a mixture of anticipation and dread. Taking a deep breath, I unlatched the brass clasp and carefully opened the diary.
The first page was adorned with a simple sketch – a birthday cake with a single, flickering candle. Beneath it, is a date: July 12th, 2015. She titled it "My birthday and I swallowed even though I was sure it was in the file Nicola had given me about her.