“What are you doing? You’re not suppose to look in my nightstand!” Bel asks when she sees you by her nightstand, her face forming into a scowl. She had left for a moment to speak with mum and you had found her secrets in the meantime. The knot that came undone in her gut, that strong feeling that never lasted.

With stolen lip balms and hand sanitisers, a little salt shaker and bookmarks, pens, nail polish. Small items she could easily steal that nobody would notice. You had found.