Eira's pov
The floor creaked again.
At first, I thought it was just the old wood reacting to my weight, but the sound was different this time,hollow, like something underneath was waiting to be found.
Curious, I knelt down and started tapping the wooden floor with my knuckles. One board didn't sound like the rest. It echoed. I hesitated, then slipped my fingers along the edge and pulled gently. The plank lifted easier than I thought it would.
And there it was.
A small, dusty object nestled in the hidden space under the floorboard.
I reached in and pulled it out,it was a diary. A worn, leather-bound book, small enough to fit in my palm. It was cracked and faded with time, the corners bent like someone had held it too tightly, too often. My heart started to pound for no reason I could explain.
Something about it… felt familiar.
I sat on the edge of the bed and flipped it open.
