Averting her gaze, she flipped open the first page of the notebook in confusion.
When she saw the words written on it, her eyes widened. This is…
There were a few words written in beautiful and elegant handwriting: Maureen’s diary.
This is Mom’s diary!
Arielle quickly flipped through a few pages and realized that the diary was filled with words. Back then, she was too young to know that her mother had a habit of keeping a diary.
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