Chapter 7

As I picked up the pillow, my fingers suddenly bumped into something hard and sharp-edged.

Even through the thick cotton, I could tell it was shaped like a small notebook.

I felt a sudden jolt of curiosity.

This pillow was Lorelei's favorite. She'd used it for ages, and after so many washes, it had faded to almost pure white.

Honestly, it never crossed my mind that there could be something hidden inside.

I found the seam of the pillowcase and carefully snipped open the stitches with my nail clippers.

From the thick cotton filling, I pulled out a small bundle…