Thinking about how her grandmother had found and cradled her in the middle of the desolate mountains, Nevaeh felt fresh tears begin to stream down her face.
But then she realized something strange. Her grandmother had never, ever mentioned a gold bracelet to her, and she had certainly never seen one.
While she was lost in thought, reflecting on her grandmother's incredible kindness for taking her in, she flipped to the very last page of the diary.
And what she saw there made her freeze completely.
The writing on the final page was totally different from the elegant, gentle script that filled the rest of the diary.
These letters were bold and powerful, slashed onto the page with immense force.
They carried a raw sense of anger and fierce determination, screaming with the helplessness and bitter injustice of fate.
