The room was filled with her personality. A cozy pink bed, books, fashion sketches, and pictures of SpongeBob. That odd little cartoon...
He walked farther in, his gaze landing on the bed as he recalled their moments together-how he'd held her close and slept soundly beside her. He rarely slept well, but with her, it was different.
He exhaled. He shouldn't be here. As he turned to leave, something dropped behind him. He looked back at the big brown book, open on the floor.
He went to pick it up, frowning as he read a line.
"Dear diary, Klaus hurt me again'
He glanced at the book's hard cover. Her diary. Curiosity gnawed at him. What secrets did it hold? No, he shouldn't invade her privacy-she'd warned him herself.
He set it down and walked to the threshold. But after a moment, he tur
