Only one person had ever seen them besides Uncle Jack, and that was my little Ladybug. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d written in her new journal. I’d shown her mine, unwittingly, and then I’d seen hers. We were connected, me and her, by our dark secrets. The ones we never wanted the world to see. Fight it as she tried, the truth was undeniable. I’d seen inside her pretty, twisted head, and now, she was mine.
