Emily's Diary - Chapter 1 ★ Full

She stopped. She looked at me. She didn't smile. "You're in the old Miller place," she said. It wasn't a question.

I spent today exploring the house. It’s a maze of rooms we don't need. A formal dining room we’ll never use. A study filled with bookshelves that are empty except for a stack of 1980s National Geographic magazines. My room is on the third floor, tucked into the eaves. It has a window seat, which was the only thing I asked for when Dad told us we were leaving the city. emily's diary - chapter 1

Okay then. Small talk is dead.

She stopped mid-sentence, leaving a small blot of ink where her pen had rested too long. She stopped