Chapter 60

• KARIN
• The guest quarters were quiet. Too quiet to be comforting. The walls held no sound. No voices. No footsteps. Only the soft brush of paper as pages shifted under my fingers. I wrote slowly and carefully so the thin sheets would not tear.
• The leather journal stayed flat on my knees, hidden moments ago beneath the mattress. My hands shook, but not from fear. The feeling came from deeper inside. From heat. From anger that had been forced to stay silent for too long.