ALINA
I stared at the diary.
It was black, square, and leather. Worn, like it had been touched too many times.
My fingers hovered over it.
What if it was personal? What if it had things I wasn't supposed to see?
I swallowed, running my thumb along the spine. It felt strange, finding something of my father's after all this time. Like he had left a part of himself behind, just waiting for me to discover it.
Part of me wanted to open it right there. The other part felt protective of it, like it wasn't even mine to touch.
I let out a slow breath and pushed the drawer back in, hiding it. Then, after a second, I pulled it open again, just to see if I had worked the latch correctly.
The drawer slid out smoothly.
I closed it once more, pressing it firmly shut. I'd go t
