Veronica barely heard Bella's voice as she stared at the message on the phone screen. "That's not the only thing she's hiding."
She should have thought this through. She should have considered the risks. But the moment she saw 'her mother' in those photos with Smith, a decision had already been made inside her.
Clark was saying something—caution, logic—but she wasn't listening.
"I need to see what's in that folder," she muttered, already moving.
"Veronica—wait!" Bella grabbed her wrist, panic flashing in her eyes.
"You don't even know if she still has it!" Clark hissed.
"Then I'll find out,". Veronica shot back.
And before they could stop her, she was 'gone'.
She arrived at home breathless, slipping through the front door like a thief in her own house. The study—her mother's private space—loomed ahead, its door slightly ajar.
She listened. Silence.
Hilary wasn't home.
Heart pounding, Veronica stepped inside and went straight to the desk. Drawers. Cabinets. She tore through them, searching for anything—any trace of that thick folder.
Nothing.
Until—
She noticed something off.
The floorboard beneath the bookshelf. Slightly raised, uneven.
Veronica "dropped to her knees, fingers scraping against the wood—then felt it shift beneath her touch."
A hidden compartment.
She pried it open.
And there it was.
"The folder."
Dusty, thick, full of papers that shouldn't exist.
Veronica pulled it into her lap, breath shaking.
She flipped it open.
And her blood ran cold.
Because the first document wasn't about Smith.
It was about her.
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When nothing goes right, turn left
FantasyVeronica, a city girl, just broke up with her first love & has moved to a small town, the Cape, forcefully by her mom without a valid reason. The Cape Town College has warmly welcomed her where she met her best friends, Bella & Clark. When Veronica...
