Jason's POV
Tony's bedroom door isn't locked, which tells me everything about how rattled during this period he has been. Tony locks his door to keep out housekeeping.
He's sitting on the edge of his bed when I walk in, the journal open on his knees, and he doesn't even look up, he just says, "She read a page. Only a page. I got there fast."
"Give it to me."
"Jason, don't…."
"Give it to me, Tony."
He hands it over without another fight, which is its own kind of confession. My brother doesn't surrender anything easily, not since we were kids fighting over the last word at dinner, but he lets go of this like it's been burning his hands.
The leather cover is soft with age, corners gone round from handling. I haven't seen it since I was maybe nineteen, catching my father writing in it l
