"I guess he does have the right to ask. Let's talk with him."

They stood up and held hands on their way out of the bathroom. Efe was waiting, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Chloé held up her hand and shook her head.

"I'm sorry. I thought this diary of hers would be the answer." Efe's brow creased in concern and disappointment.

"Wait, it's her diary?" Chloé asked.

"Journal, whatever you'd like to call it."

"Maybe it says more about the ...