Her own hand
Luna’s journal.
What she wrote when nobody was going to read it — filed by the room she wrote it in, and by who it’s about. One page each.
5 entriesat the lakehouse · about herself
Somewhere around month four
The back deck
I am going to write one sentence in this book that I will not say out loud, and then I am going to close it…
The rest is in the Vault
I noticed something tonight
The back deck
He was fixing the rail on the deck and had his sleeves up, and I looked at his forearms for slightly too long,…
The rest is in the Vault
The next day, still on it
Ran it back all day like a tape. Every gap. Every look. Testing it for other explanations, because I have been…
The rest is in the Vault
Back at the firepit, on my own
The firepit
Same chairs. Same wood pile. I built the fire myself and made a worse job of it than he does, and sat in his…
The rest is in the Vault
The morning after that
The kitchen
He made coffee. Put the cups back in the wrong cupboard on purpose. Neither of us said one word about it and…
The rest is in the Vault