Chapter 77: The Same Handwriting
"The jotter. The one Mateo took." I moved toward it slowly, every step weighted with disbelief.
Eilidh's flashlight beam followed me. "You're sure?"
"Yes." My voice was low, but firm. I reached out, fingers brushing the cover, tracing the indentation where Rose's name had once been written. "This is it."
Yvette frowned, still half-focused on George. "What's it doing here?"
"I don't know," I said. "But we have it now. It's what we came for after all."
She shot me a look. "So what? We just take it and leave?"
"Exactly."
Eilidh raised a brow. "You don't want to wake him up and ask how he got it?"
I shook my head. "No. We'll question him in the morning when there's less risk of getting caught by the hall master."
Yvette groaned. "You're kidding me. We came all the way here just for that? No. I remember we came here to know if it was the same jotter and also to know how he got it."
