"Charlotte." I said and she looked back at me.
"Why do you care about Uncle Will's journals?" I asked.
"I don't." She said.
"Then why did you ask?" I asked.
She opened her mouth, but no answer came and I stepped backward.
"You weren't apologizing." I said and her face changed.
"That's not true." She said.
"You wanted information." I said.
"I was curious." She said.
"You asked about his journals within five minutes of apologizing." I said.
"I didn't mean anything by it." She said.
"Then you won't mind when I tell you you're not seeing them." I said and her jaw tightened.
"I never asked to see them." She said.
"You asked what's in them." I said.
"That's different." She said.
"No, it isn't." I said and she sighed.
"Paige, I was trying to help." She said.
"Then help yourself b
