#Chapter12
On the shelf below the window, I discover something else quite interesting. Diaries. They are all in a row, lined up by year.
I run my fingers over them and yank out the oldest one. I might as well start from the beginning. This one has a name on the inside: Julianna Grant.My eyes widen and I swiftly sit back down in the living chair, this must be Alpha Grant's mother or grandmother. The book isn't ancient, so I don't go any further. I can't help but read the first entry.
September 25th, 1991