"I came because I was worried about you Mark." I began. "I know you haven't slept and you were really wound up yesterday, and..." I put my head down. "I... I haven't slept much either Mark and I read my journal last night and..."

"Journal?" Mark asked "Thought that thing got trashed."

"It was in a box in the attic, Mom thought it was a schoolbook." I shook my head.

"I spent all night reading and..."

"You didn't read the whole thing?" Mark asked sitting up and looking concerned.

I shook my head at his question and also let out an internal sigh of relief that Mark had instantly been...