MERRICK
How could I tell her? I could I let her know that I had found her journal and had read a few pages into them? How could I let her know that her privacy had been invaded?
Asher had tried to read through with me and I let him into a few pages with me. We started off with how excited she was to finally meet her mate. I could literally feel her joy and my own jealousy that she had written so sweetly about him from the letters she had written and f**k me if her handwriting wasn’t the sexiest thing I had ever seen. It was even more beautiful than what she always penned down at the office.
I understood that as her inner story was written, her depression began to show from her fingers as well.
Each page held something heavy. Her confusion and her pain. Each page told Asher and I just h
