A wave of fire, that blazed much stronger and much higher than Jaymi had anticipated, burned every single one of her thoughts about her father, Poppy, Dina, the parties, the awful night she lost her virginity, and the pills she took, not knowing what they were. Worst of all were the thoughts she had about her mother. She wrote so many mean and awful things about Samantha that Jaymi never intended for her to see. Guilt and righteousness burned inside her as strongly as the fire in the wastebasket. She found that she could not look away from the flames.

When the sprinkler system was triggered and flooded the room with the efficiency and persistence of a waterfall, Jaymi planted her feet hard on the floor while getting wet and watching her journal turn from fire to smoke to ash and finall...

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