I bounce slightly as we start walking in the direction Matty gestured to. “So have you spent much time here? I mean, it seems fairly well maintained.”

I laugh. “I mean, I guess.”

I snort. “You say that like all old people have 20 million journals. Spoiler alert, they don’t.”

I curl into him. “So many journals…”

I lay on the bed and go back to reading.

I chew my lip. “I’m gonna come in. But if I feel someone watching me in there, we’re going to Matty’s so I can hide in a damn closet.”

I shake my head. “No. No. Not just anxiety. I can feel eyes on me and I know that’s not logical, because where would they be watching me from, but someone is watching.”

I call out softly, “I’m here…but…” I chew my lip and get up, walking into the room. “It feels like someone is watching me.”

—Friday Afternoon— I’m curled up on the terrace of our hotel room with hot chocolate and my tablet, reading the journals that Drake scanned and sent to me. Matty said it was okay for me to skip her birthday celebration, so I have time before we fly out later.+

💬 okay. Thank you. I love you.

💬 I hate not knowing things

💬 I know I need sleep. I did try, I just can’t.

💬 so you want me to lie to you? Of course I’m not sleeping. There’s a mystery I can’t just…figure out

💬 baby…you need sleep

When I give up on attempting to sleep, I carefully get out of bed and grab my phone, curling up in a chair in the corner of the room. 💬 I don’t know if you need to send them. I can read them when we get home…unless there’s something we need to see before then?

I smile and snuggle into them. “I love you both more than anything.”