Nicholas
I was tightening my tie in front of the full-length mirror when the connecting door to Faith’s room slammed open.
Faith stood in the threshold, her breathing ragged, her face drained of every drop of color. She was clutching her cardigan closed with her good left hand, her brown eyes wide with a mixture of terror and white-hot fury.
"Faith?" I stepped toward her immediately, dropping my hands. "What happened? Are your ribs—"
"He was in my room," Faith choked out, her raspy voice trembling violently. "While Noah and I were asleep, Nicholas. Someone came into my room and searched my things."
Every muscle in my body seized. "What are you talking about?"
"Isabella’s diary," Faith rasped, stepping into my room and closing the door firmly behind her. Her words spilled out in a fra
