An Unwelcome Gift
Colin handed me a small parcel wrapped in brown paper.
"It's time you knew the truth," he said, his eyes skittering away from mine.
Truth?
I tore off the wrapping, revealing a diary.
The handwriting was as familiar as my own. This was my mother's diary.
She'd disappeared when I was seventeen. I always assumed something bad had happened to her.
I sank onto the couch, my eyes racing over the words.
Who was this Trevor she wrote about? His name was on every page.
Tears blurred the last page.
Trevor had stolen her.
And Colin had known all along.