Lara-Jean POV
The next day, I read the journal three times.
The first time, I'm looking for the story—the narrative of my father's last months. The second time, I'm looking for evidence—dates, names, details we can use. The third time, I'm looking for him—the man behind the words, the father I barely remember.
By midnight, my eyes burn and my heart is raw.
Peter brings tea. Sits beside me on the couch. Doesn't speak.
"He was so scared," I whisper. "The last entries—he knew something would happen. He knew Victor would come for him."
Peter's jaw tightens. "He tried to protect you."
"He hid the journal instead. Hoped I'd find it someday." I look at him. "He never stopped fighting. Even when he knew he'd lose."
"What do you need right now?"
"Truth. Whatever's in this journal, whateve
