Day 54YOUR JOURNAL SITS in my lap where it’s been since you left. You told me it holds the answers I seek, but I’m afraid because I know once I open it, I will have to face this—alone.
Running my fingers over the leather-bound cover, I wonder where you are and if you’re safe. All of this can’t be for nothing, so with that as my mindset, I take a deep breath and open the book to the first page, which is our beginning.
Unable to help myself, I stroke over the paper. The indents from your handwriting have me remembering the last words you spoke to me.
Remember, I’m always next to you.
How I wish you were here now, but having this with me gives me the strength to persevere and focus. The first entry is a flowchart of sorts, and in the center, the number three has multiple circles around it
