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"Well?" His voice sliced through the silence, loud like thunder.
"You read it, didn't you?"
That question hit me harder than I expected. It wasn't just what he said; it was the way he said it, low, sharp, with an edge of danger. Like he already knew the truth but was waiting for me to admit it.
I froze, twisting my hands nervously. "I... I did," I finally whispered. "But Adrien, it wasn't—"
He slammed the journal shut with a loud snap, making me jump. "You shouldn't have done that, Noah!" he shouted, his voice raw with an emotion I couldn't quite place...anger, maybe some hurt. "That was private. It belonged to my mother. You had no right to snoop through her life like some nosy thief!"
Nosy thief?
