Isadora's POV
I was in the bedroom where Vaela used to live, and it still smelled like her, no matter how many years had passed. I chose to clean it to achieve some order in the confusion of my new life.
I felt something hard under the blanket while cleaning, wiping the shelves, and tidying the bed. It was a book-like object made of leather with frayed edges that had turned yellow. I took it out curiously; it was a journal. My hands shook as I turned it, and the stale smell of the paper filled my lungs.
Every page provided an insight into her mind, worries, and aspirations. I felt like an intruder, but again, I could not help myself from doing so. When flipping through the journal pages, I noticed a particular page. It was dated a few days before her demise. Some parts were smea
