The next few days slip by in a blur of rain and quiet moments with Nanna and Pops. I keep myself busy helping out around the house—cleaning, cooking, anything to keep my mind off the journal sitting on my nightstand. But no matter what I do, the weight of it never really leaves.
Every time I pass my room, I catch a glimpse of it. It feels like it’s calling to me, daring me to finish what I started. But I can’t. Not yet. Not until I’ve figured out what to do with everything I’ve already learned.
On the third day, the rain finally stops. The sun breaks through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the fields, and for the first time in days, I feel like I can breathe a little easier.
I spend the morning with Pops, helping him tend to the garden. The work is simple—pulling weeds, watering th
