Here is the diary. I'm giving it to you for safekeeping," Melanie said quietly, pressing the old but carefully preserved diary into Adam's hand.
He looked down at it, brows drawing together in surprise, and then back at her."I thought you wanted to go into this with no prejudice," he said, his voice even but curious.
Melanie's gaze dropped to the diary, now in his hands — the same diary she'd impulsively retrieved from storage earlier that afternoon. Her fingers curled at her sides as she exhaled slowly.
"I do," she replied after a pause. "I want to meet them with an open mind - no assumptions, no stories playing on loop in my head so that I can give them a fair chance. But I also remember what happened when you sent me the proof about Spencer. I didn't even open it. I just… refused to look. And later, you kept saying how I was burying my head in the sand, pretending things weren't what they clearly were."
