Emily's Diary - Chapter 1 File

— Emily

Today, I finally found the lock.

It wasn’t in the attic of her old house, or buried in the garden, or hidden behind a loose brick in the fireplace. It was in a drawer of her writing desk—a desk I’ve opened a hundred times. But today, I pulled the drawer out all the way. Tapped the bottom panel. It slid aside. emily's diary - chapter 1

When I was seven, my grandmother pressed a small, rusted key into my palm. “For when you’re old enough to understand,” she whispered. Her eyes had that look—not sad, exactly. More like she was holding back a flood. — Emily Today, I finally found the lock

Tomorrow, I’ll read the next page.

I found it today. Not the key itself—that came years ago—but the door. But today, I pulled the drawer out all the way

Dear Diary,