Roger frowned at the notebook in his hand.
They'd been putting everything back in its place for two days now ,ever since Benny gave them their stuff back.
And now, there he was, sitting on his bed watching this notebook, that had been in one of his boxes… but it wasn't his. He didn't remember it as his… it looked more like a journal than a lyrics book.
Shrugging, he opened it on the first page and his frown grew deeper.
It was Mark's handwriting, and it was dated a year back, while he was still in rehab…still, it was addressed to him.
He checked that Mark was not near his room, and started reading. It wasn't invasion of privacy… it was addressed to him after all.