The Hidden Journal

“Ah! Your Imperial Highness! There you are!” Clara's voice broke the spell.

My grandmother slipped the book on her lap under the sleeves of my dress and allowed Clara to pull her up from the chair.

“Will she be alright? I met her crying,” I said, my voice filled with concern.

“She will be alright. You see, she is on medication. The medications make her cry all the time,” said Clara with a smile