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.
14 entriesat the farmhouse
The same night, after dinner
The long table
Ten years and he can still do that thing where the rest of the room quietly stops existing.
The rest is in the Vault
Days later, correcting myself
Our bedroom
I didn't go home at one in the morning. I want the real version in here, because the version I have been…
The rest is in the Vault
He already knew
Josh told him. Yesterday morning, before the coffee. Mentioned it in the yard like it was the weather, because…
The rest is in the Vault
He did the thing
The yard
I should write down what the staring game actually is, because if anyone ever reads this book they will need…
The rest is in the Vault
First morning back
The kitchen island
A note on the island. Didn't want to wake you. Coffee's still warm.
The rest is in the Vault
Tuesday, nothing happening
The kitchen
He came in from the field with dirt on him and stood in the doorway not saying anything, and I kept cutting,…
The rest is in the Vault
Three weeks in
The shop takes him at six and gives him back at eight, and the farm takes what's left, and I know all of this…
The rest is in the Vault
Late, and nobody is asking me this
Nobody has asked me this, so I am going to ask myself and answer honestly, once, and then put the book away.
The rest is in the Vault
Walking back up the road
The farm road
He left the truck at the bottom and walked up, which added twenty minutes and gave neither of us anything to…
The rest is in the Vault
He asked about Tyson tonight
Our bedroom
Josh asleep beside me, breathing the way he has breathed next to me for ten years, and I lay there running a…
The rest is in the Vault
Our bed, and I'm writing it down anyway
Our bedroom
I'm in love with Tyson.
The rest is in the Vault
Late, and he's still up
My phone was face-down on the counter and it is now face-up, and I know that I left it face-down.
The rest is in the Vault
Late, alone
The bathroom
Candles, because the overhead light is honest and I wasn't up to it.
No date, I've lost track
Sad in the morning. Angry by about four. By the evening I am mostly just tired and slightly amazed at how much…
The rest is in the Vault