Everlyn immediately picked up the journals and opened up to the first page. Her confusion grew as she stared at a code of sorts. Scratched in a scrawled handwriting were words, or so she assumed, in a format she could not understand and then next to it was a word she could. Her heart sank further as she flipped through the journal itself and noticed that all of it was written in a way that she couldn’t figure out. The two handwritings were distinctly different, which told her that Tyson, or whoever it was, had been translating the journal. Seeing as there was only one sheet of transcribed words, she thought that the person hadn’t been able to finish or decode the journal enough to read it without the translated sheet.
Sighing, she decided that since she’d already spent so much time lookin
