Roman

I let out the breath I was holding as the flashlight app’s beam illuminated the narrow room. The bookcase was as I’d left it, and rubber tubs still lined the one wall. There was one exception to the room being as we originally found it. The journal we’d been reading was stuffed over the books, not shelved as we’d originally found it.

“Thank goodness,” Lucille whispered, her grasp of my hand loosening.

“This is ...