⸻ ❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while facing her brother's enemy and buried secrets from...
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SHE SAT ON THE BEDROOM FLOOR, surrounded by newspapers spread across the carpet, biting her thumbnail. What she was about to do was reckless, risky, but she couldn't stop herself. Adrenaline surged through her as she thought about what lay ahead.
For the past few days, Rory had been pouring over books about Hawkins' history and scanning old newspapers filled with strange, unsettling reports. Her mind was set—she had to learn more about this town, and more importantly, about the secrets her mother was hiding.
Something in her gut told her that her mom knew far more about the Hawkins lab than she was letting on. What kinds of experiments were happening there? What secrets were hidden in those walls, secrets that couldn't be revealed to the public?
Curiosity had her in its grip. And right now, she felt like she had no choice but to find the truth.
They said curiosity killed the cat, but the cat has ninelives.
It had to be done at night—quiet, undetected, before anyone had the chance to stop her. She couldn't risk her father or Billy noticing.
With a deep breath, she picked up her backpack and stuffed the documents inside. She folded the Hawkins map, tucking it into her pocket of her corduroy pants, and threw on a thick white sweater. Her sneakers went on next.
She slung the backpack over her shoulders, locked the door behind her, and slipped out the window, landing softly in the damp grass below.
The air had turned colder since she'd first arrived in Hawkins three weeks ago, the temperature steadily dropping as night fell. The only sound was the distant chirping of crickets.
On quiet feet, she made her way to the garage, careful not to make a sound. She grabbed her bicycle, a pair of pliers, and a flashlight from the toolbox.
Her breath misted in the chilly air, and she felt the weight of her decision sinking in. As she pedaled down the empty road, the map in one hand, the red X marking the Hawkins National Laboratory, her mind raced. This was madness.
Every second, her conscience screamed at her to stop. She was crossing lines now—running out of the library with forbidden documents, feeding lies to a spoiled boy, and now, she was about to break into a restricted lab.
Took another deep breath.
There was no turning back now. She had come this far, and she was going to follow through, even if fear rattled her every step.
