An entry from Evelyn’s personal journal.



5/18

I didn’t get much sleep last night. Too much on my mind.

 I have to go to work at the shop today; I can’t stand the thought of seeing Alice right now, while her reaction to my taking the book is still fresh in my mind. For some reason, her lack of anger bothers me more than anything. I don’t know why. I suppose I just expected that icy rage of hers to be leveled at me, but she’s being… kind. Even gentle. And, now more than ever, I can’t shake the feeling that she knows more about me than she’s ever said. I don’t think her possession of a book with my image in it, an image of my projection-self, is a coincidence. And I don’t think she is ignorant of the truth behind that image.

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