Chapter 17

• [It is funny how we all toil with each others’ destinies. After all, we are but puppets in the hands of fate. You should be the victim, Andy. Am I the villain or is she the villain? We might all be the villains in this story, who knows?]
• The pen stopped at the middle of the page as if putting down the next words carried an enormous weight. But what else was there to write about? Wasn’t destiny already writing itself?
• However, Annie found herself returning every day to this long-forgotten diary. And she wondered what was so special about it that she hadn’t noticed before.