Chapter forty nine

David.

I don't know the magic that I'm talking about but I sure as hell wish that it's the magic that involves our bodies coming in contact. In a way that sparks some feelings.

Well hell no, she would never agree to anything more than us staring closely at each other.

Or would she?

She's selected a marcedes for the journey. I have no idea why. Could it be because that is her favorite model?

Her diary didn't give me much about her likes and dislikes-well apart from the fact that pink is her favorite color-So there is surely no need to feel like I know her just from the pages I read.

After all that diary had only described Frank in depth. I could feel that I knew him already.

But that's a sensitive topic to talk about.

To add on that, I'm still keeping the questions about the child to myself.