“A maid’s daughter helped an old man every day — until a general suddenly walked in with five military officers…”

He looked at Emma. Emma, look at the journal again. The other one. Emma looked confused. There’s just Oh. Tucked inside the leather cover of the old journal was another book.

A simple spiralbound cheap notebook, the kind Emma used for school. She pulled it out. That, the general said, is Hank’s journal, the one he was writing in St. Jude’s. He looked continue reading …