The Lost Heir
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Celeste stayed where she was, her back to the sink. Something in her chest loosened slightly at the sight of her. She hadn't expected that.
She held out the journal. "You should read this. Before tomorrow."
Celeste took it. The leather was old, worn smooth at the corners, the cover dark with handling. It had the weight of something that had been opened many times over many years.
"What is it," she said.
"His. From the beginning." Kendra didn't elaborate. She didn't need to.