Kaela’s POVTaren kept his hand on the torn pages as if he could force them to return. The safe house was quiet. I looked at the rough edges in the diary, then at the forged papers beside it. Eleanor had planned every lie carefully, but she had kept too many pieces of the truth close.“Taren,” I said, “Kathy knew someone might find this diary one day.”He looked at me. His eyes were red, but his voice stayed low. “The pages are gone, Kaela.”“The diary is not.” I turned the book over. “If she was hiding proof, she would not leave everything in one place.”I pulled at the loose cloth inside the back cover. The stitching had been cut and sewn again by hand. A folded paper fell onto the table. It was not one of the missing pages. It was a letter.If Frank ever remembers me, give this to him.Taren covered his mouth with one hand. I read the rest aloud because he could not.“Kathy wrote that Eleanor changed the doctor, changed the medicine, and locked her in her room after she started ble
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