Mirabella placed her palm on Grace's shoulder, her touch firm and grounding, and slowly took the notebook from her trembling hands.
She flipped through the remaining pages, scanning the blood-flecked paper, seeing nothing else. "That was the last entry." She said, her voice a calm anchor in the sea of Grace's despair.
"She is alive, right?" Grace asked, looking up at Mirabella with desperate, tear-filled eyes, seeking any shred of hope.
Mirabella held her jaw, her mind dissecting the grim evidence. "I can't say for sure. But the last place she wrote this is in the bunker... This notebook can't later appear in her room." She said.
"So you mean someone took it up here? That means they left the bunker." Carl said, catching onto the thread. He turned to Grace, a bright smile breaking through the gloom. "Your sister is still alive!" He yelled.
