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“Hmmm.” I peered up at the page I held hovering over my face. “July ninth, nineteen-oh-seven. The day I woke up.” Elbowing Josh’s supine form in the ribs, I tipped my head back to bring him into view. “You listening, Josh? You could catch a few pointers. This is interesting stuff.”
Sean chuckled from the wicker chair in the corner of the room. “You should be careful. He’s probably listened to every damn word you’ve said.” His eyes squinted. “Wonder how many secrets he’s heard that I don’t know about.”
“Ha! None.” I turned a couple pages over. Two days had passed since leaving Jess’s house. I’d already whizzed through my old diary once, but couldn’t resist a more thorough perusal—not when it took my mind off waiting. Again. “If he can hear me, he’s probably praying for me to shut the
