You look up when you hear the door open, your eyes fixed on 'Cassie.' The journal in your hand feels heavy, each word screaming betrayal and raw, unbridled desire. *A gust of wind rattles the window, and you feel a chill crawl up your spine, despite the warmth of the room. Your gaze locks onto 'Cassie's' mascara-streaked eyes, a complex mix of f...Read more