Chapter 7

That night, William didn't come home.

I went home and started packing up my stuff.

The white roses in the living room were drooping, their petals faded and lifeless.

Buddy was crouched under the dining table, peeking out at me with cautious eyes.

I crouched down and slipped the old tag with my name back onto Buddy's collar.

"Buddy, don't forget who your real owner is anymore," I said softly.

He licked my hand.

When I went upstairs to gather my documents, I noticed Emily's diary sitting on the nightstand in the master bedroom.

The page was open, and there…