𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 BOOK 3: HOLY TRINITY SERIES. There is just something wrong with y/n's husband. ❝Sit tight or escape from me. Doesn't make a difference. You're mine.❞ In which Y/n who suffers paraplegia, dis...
You took out your phone, "Still no reception.." You mumbled disappointingly, and started taking snaps of the diary, the passages that had you giving clues to the killer and even the hairs from the packets and the date indicated along it.
You needed to keep another copy of this just in incase this was taken from you..
You hid the book once more from underneath the mattress and placed your phone on the night table drawer, hiding it underneath the contents inside.
And tried to go back to sleep..
After the knowing, sleep hasn't been kinder to you.
Sleep requires peace of mind, and it's no surprise for it to not grant you the tranquility of slumber.
Even in sleep, the dead were there to torment, just as volatile as you were awake.
In the crack of midnight, you felt someone eased their position beside your sleeping figure, sleep had made your mind drowsy but your heart shot up, like sleeping was a bad idea.
