"It's my handwriting," she affirms, dread sinking and knotting in the pit of her stomach. "I wrote this.

"I can't...read it. I don't know what these symbols mean at all." Don't panic. She wants to, very much so, but she swallows back on that urge. Her hands shake a little and prompt her to grip the book tighter as she scours the curious symbols peppered between lettering she does know.

"I don't remember...what I wrote."