Roman
Going to the bookcase at the far wall, I lifted the journal we'd already skimmed. “This journal is from five years ago, when Noah first became Roman." I looked through the rows of what I assumed were all journals and ran my finger over the spines. While colors and sizes varied, not one had any exterior marking. I reached for the last book on the lowest shelf. After a brief glance over my shoulder, I opened the front page. “This first entry is dated this past June." I looked up at Lucille. “I think we can assume the journals proceed in chronological order."
Lucille's unsettled state of mind showed in her body language. If she too were an actor, she'd perfected the skill of wordlessly portraying intense emotion. Fear of the unknown emanated from her pores. She used her arms as a shi
