Hunter's POV.
As I gazed at the photograph, my eyes drifted to the date scribbled beneath it: "11-11-2011." The numbers seemed to sear themselves into my brain, taunting me with their secrets. What happened on that day? Why was it significant enough to be recorded in my aunt's journal?
But before I could ponder the mystery further, my eyes landed on a new entry, penned in a handwriting that was unmistakably different from my aunt's. The words seemed to leap off the page, addressing my aunt with a familiarity that was both poignant and puzzling.
"Hey sis! I know you would kick my behind for even touching your journal and would've probably killed me for writing in it." The sentence was infused with a warmth and humor that seemed to capture the essence of a sibling bond. "But I have a few things I need to say to you, things that I've been meaning to say to you for over two decades now."
Just as I was about to delve deeper into the journal's secrets, the doorbell pierced the air, shattering the silence. I let out a frustrated sigh, annoyed at the interruption. Who could be visiting on a lazy Sunday afternoon? I hastily made my way downstairs, my feet padding against the creaky floorboards.
As I swung open the front door, a warm smile greeted me. Rainbow stood on my porch, her eyes sparkling with kindness, a fancy bowl cradled in her arms. "Hey, stranger! I brought lunch," she said, her voice as bright as her smile.
I was taken aback by her unexpected visit, but my surprise quickly gave way to gratitude. I returned her smile, taking the bowl from her hands as I thanked her. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted up, tantalizing my senses.
Still reeling from the shocking revelations I'd uncovered in my aunt's journal, I felt an overwhelming urge to share my discovery with Rainbow. Her presence seemed like a beacon of calm in the midst of my turmoil. Without hesitation, I invited her in, eager to confide in her and unravel the tangled threads of my family's secrets.
Rainbow's eyes widened as I recounted the journal's revelations, her expression a mix of shock and intrigue. When I finished, she sat in stunned silence for a moment, processing the bombshell.
"So, your aunt, whom you thought was traveling the world at the time of her death, wasn't?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around the truth.
Rainbow's gaze drifted to the journal, her fingers tracing the edges of the pages. "So, how does a baby fit into all of this?" she mused, her eyes scanning the text as if searching for clues.
She turned to me, her expression curious. "Have you finished reading everything?" I shook my head, holding up the page I had been about to read. "Except this," I said, "and maybe the rest of it, if there's more?" Rainbow's eyes locked onto the page, her face set in a determined expression, ready to unravel the remaining secrets alongside me.
Rainbow's POV.
As I sat beside Hunter, my eyes drifted to the journal, lingering on the date scribbled beneath the photograph: 11-11-2011. A shiver ran down my spine as a faint memory stirred, like a whisper on the edge of my consciousness. Why did this date sound so familiar? Had something significant happened on that day? I felt an inexplicable connection to the numbers, as if they held a secret that only I could unlock.
Hunter's voice brought me back to the present, his words drawing me into the journal's secrets. "Hey, sis!" he read, his tone capturing the playful affection of the writer. I focused on his voice, trying to shake off the nagging feeling that the date was more than just a random notation. As Hunter continued reading, I found myself becoming increasingly entranced, the mystery of the journal weaving a spell around me.
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BROKEN VOWS
Não FicçãoBeneath the surface of Rainbow's polished facade, a complex web of emotions simmered. The wounds of her past, inflicted by the very people who were supposed to love and protect her, still lingered. Being abandoned by her birth parents had left an in...
