“What the hell is this shit?” I turned to the very first page, flipping through them again. Did Bram write this? No…he couldn’t have. Bram couldn’t write. “I think it’s beautiful.” Pursing my lips, I glanced at Everleigh. “It’s depressing and morbid. Why would you ever want to read this?” “I like it,” she said quietly. “You and Bram both, obviously. I don’t see the appeal.”
