TRINITY

I place the two suitcases on my bed when I notice Saph is flipping pages of my floral printed diary that I wrote when I was in high school. I haven’t seen that diary since I started dating Oli.

“Saph, where did you get that?”

Saph is lying on her stomach, propping her elbows with her eyes fixed on my diary on her hands.

When I ask her to give it to me, but she doesn’t even look at me. Instead, she continues reading and flipping pages as if she’s so hooked up reading a romance novel.

“Saph, ever heard of privacy? It’s a diary for a reason. Hand...