Emilys Diary – Episode -

Not yet.

I waited until Mom left for her night shift at the hospital. At 10 PM, I grabbed a screwdriver, a flashlight, and the key. The attic door is at the end of the upstairs hallway, behind a painting of a sailboat nobody likes. emilys diary – episode

It’s 2:47 AM. I’m writing this under my blanket with my phone’s flashlight, because if my mom hears the creak of my pen, she’ll come in. And if she comes in, she’ll see me writing. And if she sees me writing, she’ll ask what I’m thinking about. Not yet

I think she knows.