Emma sat on the attic floor, her pulse racing as she studied the photograph. Who was the man beside her grandmother? And why had she hidden this picture?

Shoving the letter into her pocket, she grabbed the diary and hurried downstairs. She needed answers. But just as she reached the bottom step, a noise outside made her freeze.

A shadow moved near her window.

Someone was watching her.

Heart pounding, she turned off the lights and crept to the window. A figure in dark clothing was standing by her mailbox, their head tilted as if searching for something.

Emma's breath came in short, sharp gasps. She quickly reached for her phone, but the figure suddenly turned and disappeared into the night.

Shaken but resolute, she grabbed the diary and flipped to the first entry. Her grandmother's words leaped off the page:

"I am being watched. If you find this, trust no one."