I watched Luke drive away and hoped that I wouldn’t see Richard again. The audacity of that prick… what was my mother ever thinking? Speaking of my mother… what was it that had Luke read in her journal? It was time to face my ghosts, whether I wanted to or not.

I dug clumsily through the box of my mother’s relics and found a large journal that was bound with red twine. I used my teeth to untie it as my hands were not capable.

Wishfully thinking, I attempted ...