"May I ask you something?"
She nodded.
"This is beautiful," Leo said, turning the fragile pages with gloved hands. He wasn't scanning for names or dates. He was reading . "She was in love with someone she couldn't have. Look here—'December 14th. He wore a gray scarf today. I pretended not to notice, but my pulse wrote his name across my wrists.'" mshahdt fylm Diary of a Sex Addict mtrjm