Paranoid

Shit! Who the hell has got the jar? It can’t have been Clive he was with me the whole time. Could it have been any of the others?

I only hid the key in the jar for the party because I thought there was enough fucking cake around that no one would be reaching for an old cookie jar with left over digestives from god knows when in. I mean what sort of person goes for that over a red velvet birthday cake?

Or maybe someone saw me hide the key? I swore I was on my own though, there was no one in the room with me. Unless there was a camera? In grandmas kitchen?! I wouldn’t put it past my cousin rose to do that actually, she has been all over this ever since she found out grandma was ill. I just have to keep telling myself they don’t know about the room. They don’t have the key, I’m the only person who grandad told. I’m the only person who knows. Atleast that’s what I think but I’ve been wrong countless times before.