Lexi sits on the bed, watching me, “Not ready to open them?”

I hesitate, “My parents loved me. I know that. I felt it in their touch, their words. What if I open these and read something which will only break my heart?”

“I doubt that will be the case,” he gets up and comes to sit down next to me. “You might find answers in these journals. But whatever you do find, Thea, I will be right here with you.”

It’s strange to have such a strong support system next to me at all ...