My Grandma Kept a Notebook Nobody Knew About

me. “You knew. You knew she was going to do this.”

“I didn’t.”

“You expect us to believe that?”

“I don’t care what you believe.”

That was the first time I had said anything like that to my sister in maybe my entire life. My mouth tasted like pennies.

Mr. Patterson lifted one page from the stack.

“There is more.”

“Of course there is,” Victoria snapped.

He ignored continue reading …