Roman

Going to the bookcase at the far wall, I lifted the journal we’d already skimmed. “This journal is from five years ago, when Noah first became Roman.” I looked through the rows of what I assumed were all journals and ran my finger over the spines. While colors and sizes varied, not one had any exterior marking. I reached for the last book on the lowest shelf. After a brief glance over my shoulder, I opened the front page. “This first entry ...