Were you mine?
My heart ached with the weight of everything that had happened, but in this moment, surrounded by memories, I felt a glimmer of hope.
As I rummaged through the second last box, I found a small, locked journal. It was worn and faded, the leather cover cracked.I forced it open. The handwriting looked familiar.It was Aunt's.I didn't know Aunt kept a journal. I left the last two boxed for another day and climbed back up the stairs, with the journal in my hand, closing the trapdoor behind me.
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