The aroma of ladyfingers filled the kitchen, a scent Liza knew well. Her mother, oblivious to the invisible presence watching her every move, calmly placed plates on the table, her hair escaping its neat tuck. "Mom, you let her walk from school and not me!" Dua's shout from the doorway shattered the peace, a familiar sibling squabble. Liza, perched unseen on the kitchen counter, observed her mother's fleeting worry, a tiny crack in her usual composure. Dua, apple in hand, noticed Liza's laptop. Liza mumbled to herself, a futile attempt to warn her sister. The password—'password'—a testament to Liza's past carelessness. Dua, with a familiar click-clack of keys, opened the laptop, revealing the blue butterfly wallpaper. Liza's diary, she knew, was safe elsewhere, hidden in her secret place. But then, Dua opened 'The Catcher in the Rye,' starting at page 76. Liza’s heart stirred. "Liza is not answering her phone," her mother’s worried voice cut through the air, pulling Liza back to the terrifying reality of her own absence.