It had been two weeks since she and Prissy had broken into James' old apartment. At first she'd stashed the backpack filled with things that she'd liberated in the closet of her room at the mansion. Katrina thought that was the safest place to store it; somewhere that no one would tie directly to her if they had reason to ever rummage through her things to find clues about what had happened to James Cheney. Well, no, safety wasn't the only reason why she had left it there. Up until she'd returned to the manor to retrieve it, Kat hadn't been certain she'd ever be brave enough to go through it again.
The door to her room was locked, and as far as she knew she was the only one there. Prissy had picked up an extra shift at the Sugar Cube and she had teleported herself in to keep either one of her vehicles out of the driveway. How long is it going to be before someone files a missing person's on Chase Black too? Katrina shook the thought from her head before dumping the contents of the bag onto her bed, climbing up onto the plush mattress to sit among them.
Her fingers brushed lightly along the lid of a shoebox filled with photographs. She left it closed, knowing she wasn't ready for that yet.-- With as raw as she still felt she wasn't entirely sure she would ever be ready for that (not alone, at least). Nudging it aside, she began to prod through the other things she'd grabbed.
Bits and bobs had fallen out of the backpack; little things that she hadn't emptied out before putting her own finds inside. She ignored them in favor of shrugging out of the sweater she wore over her tank top, pulling his jacket on before picking up his journal. Her fingers ran slowly over the font cover, lingering over the letters on the front. This had been a special book to him. Opening it would mean betraying a trust.... Like yours wasn't already betrayed.
Katrina pondered the merits of opening the book versus lighting it on fire and letting it burn as she flopped back against her pile of pillows. She held the journal to her chest for a moment, eyes closed as she bit back a wave of sadness accompanied by the pounding of her heart thundering through her ears. Only when she had it under control did she open her eyes, rolling over onto her stomach to make it easier to prop the book up and turn it open to the first page....
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