Anthony
He sat staring at that diary, and after all he’d read in it, did he want to continue to read the other two? He’d spent hours now seeing her pain and heartache start to grow, all laid out before him in that diary in black, blue and green, undeniable and inescapable for him.
He’d never seen it in person, because she’d never yelled and screamed at him, never pitched a fit about what Christy was doing, never cried and begged or pleaded with him, the way Christy did just to gain his attention.
She wasn’t the type of person to do that, because she was of the opinion he had a right to choose who he wanted to spend his time with, because it was him that had two Mates; not her. She wasn’t going to try and pull him away from his other Mate, that was what the first diary showed him.
That
