Message To Jenna
I took a silent step back and grabbed my phone. “It’s happening,” I texted Jenna in a hurry. They’re snakes. I promptly erased it after sending it, in case they later snooped through my belongings. It’s better to be safe than sorry. Since no one else knew the whole story, Jenna was my pillar of support during this entire ordeal. And every action I took felt far less lonely since I knew she had my back.
Message To Jenna
The Hidden Key
I crept back into my room as soon as it was safe to do so. I carefully took the secret key out from behind the bookcase. In my hand, it was chilly and comforting. I used it to open my desk’s bottom drawer, which held the final envelope—hidden but prepared for this occasion. Everything depended on what was within, and I was getting closer to telling them the reality that they didn’t seem to know.
The Hidden Key
