Nothing was missing or moved, but knowing Katrina may never return left too many potential nightmares in Tyler’s mind. He couldn’t stay here without her. Every item in the room carried memories, which made her loss that much sharper.He crossed to her side table and pulled the journal from the drawer. Sitting on the edge of their bed, the book weighed a thousand pounds. He flipped through the pages, spotting his name mixed within the Mandarin symbols. She had doodled a little heart next to it once. Her secrets were safe from him, since he couldn’t read any of it.The leather bound notebook was a birthday present last year. Setting her thoughts on paper helped her deal with her past. She wrote in it on a regular basis, sitting on their bed with her knees bent, the tip of her tongue sticking out between her teeth.Information in the journal could help rescue her. Reluctant, he offered Tony the link he had to his mate. “Skim through this. See if she gives any hints on where Chen would have taken her.”
