Dear Diary
The most awful and hopeful things happened to me this week. First, I was accused of murdering Archie. And though maybe at my worst I might've, but that was another me, and another land. I'm not even sure I'm capable of that anymore, because of Henry, and okay because of her too. Archie shouldn't have divulged anything about our sessions to her but she did seem concerned. In fact she was the only one who believed me up until their so called proof. And can you imagine, she can use magic. Now that I think about it… I let it slip my mind before because I was caught up in the situation, she pushed me away from the vortex of Jefferson's hat and saved me. But now I realize, it was because of her that vortex was created in the first place. She touched me and magic happened. Even now I can't help the smile that happens on my face when I just think of that. However, when she thought I murdered Archie I was just heartbroken. Sadly I took out some of my pain on her and I didn't mean it, I realized my mistake and vanished quickly. That's where the awful ends though, for a moment at least. She found me, I guess her bounty hunting skills were put to the test and she found me. It was a good thing though. She apologized, said she was wrong. She knows I didn't kill Archie, in fact he was very alive. But there is another awful thing to add to this entry, my mother is back, and I'm not sure if I can keep her from destroying some of the things most dear to me. I've already lost one love, I can't lose two more.
Regina