processed it yet, or the irony in reading her sordid love story and then someone breaking into my house the same night. “I’m coming over today,” Daya declares when I finish. “T have to clean out the house today to prepare for renovations,” I counter, already exhausted from the thought of it. “ll help then. We’ll day drink to keep it interesting.” A small smile forms on my face. Daya has always been a great friend to me. She’s been my best friend since middle school. We kept in contact after graduation, even after we both moved away to different colleges. Our lives only allowed us to see each other for holidays and an annual haunted fair the past several years. I dropped out of college after a year and pursued my writing career, while Daya got a degree in Computer Science. Somehow, she wormed her way into some hacker group and is pretty much a vigilante for the people, exposing the government’s secrets to the public. She’s the biggest conspiracy theorist I’ve ever met, but even I can admit that the shit she finds is disturbing and has too much evidence to be considered a theory anymore. Regardless, both of our jobs allow us ample amounts of freedom in our day-today life. We’re luckier than most. “T really appreciate that. I’Il see you soon,” I say before hanging up. I sigh and look over at the diaries sitting on the island in front of me. I haven’t finished reading the first book yet, and I’m nervous about continuing. With every passing word, I want to reject Gigi. Almost as much as I want to be her.