Kit Wilkinson - Plain Secrets

She looked up, ready to ascend, when she realized her mistake. The intruder was not in the kitchen. He was on the stairs.

A man dressed in all black came at her from the stairwell, face hidden in the shadows. He pushed her down to the floor, almost as if he had tripped. Her hands became pinned beneath her chest. Her head landed with a thunk onto the hardwood.

“Don’t make a sound,” he said. “I won’t hurt you. I just… I need the journal. You have it. I know you do.”

He came down on her, pressing a knee in her back so that she could not get free. “So, where is it?”

Where was what? What was he talking about? She knew nothing about a journal. “I have no journal,” she pleaded. “I know not of what you speak.”

He pushed her harder into the floor. “But you have to. You have to have Jessica’s journal. She said you knew about it, about where it was. I need it. You need it. Where is it?”

Jessica’s journal? What was he talking about? How could Jessica have a journal? Hannah and Nana Ruth had already been through the girl’s things. There was nothing like a journal. She knew not what to say to this man. But she wondered if this journal he spoke of was the reason for Jessica’s death.

Help me, Lord. What do I do?

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