KNOX’S POV

I turn the next page. Nothing. I turn the next. Nothing.

It is page after page of completely blank, yellowing paper. I go faster, thumbing frantically through the rest of the book with my heart hammering against my ribs.

Empty.

The entire thing is fucking empty. I drop it and snatch up the next one from the pile. I rip it open. This one has writing in it.

For one split second, everything inside me lifts.

4th. Raining again. The kitchen ruined the roast for the second time this week and I kept my mouth shut, which honestly makes me a saint.

7th. Had to listen to Marjorie...