Old Words

Sienna’s POV

I had been reading for a while. I didn’t even know how long. The sun had moved lower in the sky, leaving my room in this soft orange glow. The journal felt heavier in my hands now. Not because of weight but because of what was inside it. My father’s thoughts were all over the pages. Some of them were gentle, some scared, some almost frantic. He had tried to hide it with short lines an