Page 44 of The Other Side
“I’m going to break into his room,” I told her matter-of-factly.
Jolene’s mouth gaped. “Violet…” she practically gasped.
“Twenty minutes!” I called out to her, already jogging down the hall to the front entrance.
Once back at the faculty dorms, I pulled down the ladder in my bathroom and rushed through the trapdoor to the lounge. I fumbled around in the dark to get to the far window and thanked the universe I was wearing slacks and flats that day, while I crawled down the precarious fire escape.
The metal rattled and creaked with even the slightest movement, and I couldn’t believe Chance was comfortable using such a dangerous method of entry without batting an eye. As I’d hoped, Chance had left his window unlocked.
I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for, only that I’d know it when I saw it. I needed to find something—anything, that would give me more information about who he actually was, and maybe point me in a direction to help me discover why he was hiding his identity. I’d exhausted all other avenues at that point.
His room was just as dark as the lounge, save for a dim red light emanating from behind the closed bathroom door.
Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to the door.
Thankfully Chance kept his room tidy, and it seemed to be a mirror to my own, so I had no trouble making my way toward the bathroom, even in the dark. Turning the knob slowly, perhaps already sensing something sinister lay behind the closed door, I was not disappointed.
I stifled a gasp as the door swung open.
He had converted his bathroom into a darkroom to develop the photos he took on his old camera.
There were photos strung up everywhere…and all of them were of me.
