“Did she really kill herself?”

Jake marched over to where Delilah sat, hauling the book out of her hand and throwing it across the room. “No, I killed her! Why’d you read it? Why’d you touch my f*cking stuff?!”

“I…I was curious and even after reading it all, I still am. I feel so sad for her, I want to know what happened.”

“No, you shouldn’t have touched my stuff…especially that diary.”

“Are the clothes in the closet hers? I touched them ...