And Jenn. . . Who gave me an unintended push. Chapter 2 Julie put the journal down. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t keep reading his private thoughts. It felt so wrong, like a betrayal of him, and yet his grandmother had pointedly made sure it was in her hands. Why? What did Margaret think was this important for her to know? Something terrible. It had to be because already her muscles were tight, her breathing shallow. Every word on the page, scribed in dark blue ink, screamed with the torment of a boy desperately wishing his father was there for him. If she had a stronger will, a smarter will, she would have put the book down. She’d put the book down, pack her bags, and finish the history from a rental nearby or in Dublin. She was getting too close to a family that would never be hers and who was maybe a shade too dark for her own comfort. Even though her brain told her to stop, her heart, her stupid stupid heart, insisted she turn the page. The entry was short.
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