Mole

Sienna’s POV

My fingers trembled as they hovered over the empty drawer. The air around me felt thick like it was pressing against my chest. I blinked slowly, hoping I was seeing things wrong. That maybe the journal had somehow slipped behind the drawer or fallen somewhere. But it hadn’t. I knew exactly where I had left it. I had placed it neatly on top of the old folded shirt, right in the center