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Tom made Laura a hot cup of tea and opened a packet of Marie biscuits. His mum always said a cup of tea made everything easier.
‘Sorry, that's all I got.’ He smiled and put the packet of biscuits on the coffee table.
Laura smiled back. She looked so beautiful. Her big brown eyes were endless pools, and he longed to see them again filled with the laughter and energy they used to hold. He’d give anything for that.
Tom sat down on the sofa next to Laura.
‘I went to see Mrs. Lincoln,’ Laura said, staring at her tea.
‘Ryan’s grandmother?’
Laura nodded. ‘She gave me Ryan’s diary.’
‘His diary? I didn’t even know he had one. Huh. Wouldn’t have picked him as the type.’’
‘Me either.’
‘What was in it?’
Tom listened as she told him about Ryan’s journal. About Ryan’s spiral into depressio
