Nic
I set my fork down and look at the journal, running my fingers over the cover. I don't open it, not sure if I'll be able to handle seeing her handwriting.
"Thank you," I murmur, knowing I now have to go back to the house and look through our things.
So much to do...to think about...
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Indigo
I watch her before jumping up and leaping onto her lap.
