I couldn't sleep.
Not after what they told me.
Not after what they didn't tell me.
"She was in danger."
Those words kept repeating in my mind.
Over and over again.
Danger from what?
From who?
And why did it still feel like that danger… hadn't disappeared?
The house was silent.
But it didn't feel peaceful.
It felt like something was watching.
Waiting.
I sat on my bed, holding the diary tightly.
This was the only thing connecting me to the truth.
To her.
To Nusrat.
Suddenly—
My phone buzzed.
I froze.
Slowly, I picked it up.
An unknown number.
My heart started racing.
I hesitated for a moment…
Then opened the message.
"Stop looking for the truth."
My breath caught.
Another message came instantly.
"Some secrets are meant to stay buried."
My hands started shaking.
This wasn't a coincidence.
This wasn't random.
Someone knew.
They knew what I was doing.
A third message appeared.
"If you continue… you will regret it."
Fear crawled through my body.
Cold.
Sharp.
Real.
I looked around my room.
The walls.
The window.
The door.
Was someone watching me?
I quickly stood up and locked the door.
My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely think.
Who could this be?
How did they get my number?
And most importantly—
Why were they so desperate to stop me?
I ran to the window and pulled the curtain aside slightly.
The street outside looked normal.
Empty.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
I stepped back slowly.
My mind racing.
Then—
Another message.
"This is your last warning."
My chest tightened.
I knew this wasn't a joke.
This was real.
Someone was afraid of the truth coming out.
And that meant one thing—
I was getting closer.
The fear inside me slowly turned into something else.
Something stronger.
Determination.
"No," I whispered to myself.
"I'm not stopping."
I grabbed the diary again.
If they wanted me to stop…
Then I had to keep going.
Because now—
It wasn't just about curiosity.
It was about truth.
About my mother.
About my life.
And whoever was behind those messages—
They were going to regret underestimating me.
I looked at my phone one last time.
At the final message glowing on the screen.
And for the first time—
I didn't feel afraid.
I felt ready.