Gabriella’s P.O.V

I stared at him, stunned, my throat tightening as though the air had been stolen from the room. My lips parted, but no words came out at first. Finally, I managed a shaky whisper.

“Diary?” My voice cracked. “You don’t mean… my journal, do you?”

Of course I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly what he had been talking about, because the words he had used…safety net, easy to manipulate bank account…those were the words that I had written with my ...