She appeared before dawn.
Piper came forward and rested her hands on the bars. "Have you read it yet?"
Tired eyes regarded her wearily. Bloodshot. He hadn't slept. "Does it matter?"
"I think it does."
He felt around beneath the blanket that was covering half of his body. Pulled out the journal.
"I should have destroyed this."
"But you didn't."
"A mistake."
"No."
"Its in the past."
"Yeah," she agreed, "but the person who wrote it is still here."
He shook his head, but said nothing. His tired face had a hint of uncertainty.
Piper smiled.
OOO
Author's Note: Total word count: 96
