Jaden’s POV

It seemed my mother’s journal was written when she was sleepy, or the farm had been cleared.

Ralph sighed tiredly, pacing around. “The address led us to a building. It was supposed to be a farm!” he grunted.

I shared his frustration, but I couldn’t help but think he somehow blamed me for it. Perhaps because I wanted to be the one to direct us.

I shoved the journal in his face. “If you see any other direction in the book, do tell me.”

He ...