I found mom’s diary, but father took it away from me so I’m going to start one of my own.
So began Heather’s diary, in the very school-taught cursive of an eleven-year-old, according to the date of the entry.
“We already know how she felt about her parents just from that,” Neil commented. “Her mother is mom while Wickham is father.”
I did get to read some of it before he took it. She was talking about how she met father. It was very romatic, romantic. That was all I got to r******w I don’t have a mom any more. It’s only me and father. And he’s making me leave school because he said it was bad for me. I don’t want to, but he won’t listen.
“Poor kid,” Marshall said. “Does she say anything else about that?”
Neil shook his head. “The next entry is two months later, so she must not have be
