CHLOE POV

I was still gripping Zoe’s half-burned diary page when the door handle turned.

My heart started beating fast.

I immediately stuffed the paper beneath my pillow so fast it scraped my knuckles. The door opened before I could fully straighten.

Jake stepped in.

He wasn’t angry this time.

Which somehow terrified me more.

“Zoe…” he said quietly.

I held my breath. Trying not to seem suspicious.

He moved toward me slowly, like someone ...