They killed Eldridge? What did they do to Eliza? “Holy crap,” she said to the empty room. A wave of emotion flooded over her. She didn't expect to grieve a life she didn't know. Lizzie couldn’t believe how close she had become to the people represented by the words on the pages in front of her. She hadn’t known that Eldridge existed more than a few days, yet she felt like she lost a family member. Her sadness flowed into anger. Lizzie resisted the urge to throw the diary across the room. She wanted to distance herself from it and go back to her blissful state of ignorance. Reading the next entry wasn’t something she wanted to do. Lizzie had to see her grandmother. Rather than waiting for her jeans to finish drying, Lizzie threw on yesterday’s pair and ran down the stairs. After grabbing her keys and jacket, she flew through the kitchen door and ran toward her truck. “The diary,” she whispered. Doubling back, she ran to her bedroom to retrieve the book. She had to get to her grandmother’s as fast as possible.
