The Journal of Beatrice Grace Parker

The Reply

I am at the park, way before my normal time, still writing on scraps of paper, hoping that Theo turns up, and I find a note jammed into the wooden plank of the bench, where I’d left Theo the note yesterday. It seemed like my note, so I thought I’d dispose it off before Mom or someone else found it. But it wasn’t mine. The paper was from my journal, but the writing was Theo’s.

“BGP,

How could you?”

And I couldn’t read any more because tears blurred my vision.