— Emily
I thought I had hidden it well — inside the old dictionary, between “fear” and “feather.” But she’s been cleaning my room more often lately. I should have noticed. emily's diary part 22
I hope she’s right.
Mom found the letter. The one from him.
So I told her. Not everything — some doors stay closed — but enough. Enough for her to pull me into a hug so tight I felt my ribs protest. Enough for her to say, “You don’t have to be brave alone.” — Emily I thought I had hidden it