My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}

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It seems like she had another journal, the dates in this were more recent that the one they had found at the cottage.

Not the details, not the specific moments, but the image of her sitting by the window during late afternoons, a pen in hand, the soft sound of it scratching against paper filling the quiet room around her.

He hadn’t really paid attention back then, if he did he would have realized his mother had a lot if journals were she wrote over the years...most of them burnt or thrown away by Keith.

But this one...it was kept in his study.

It was just part of the background noise of his life, something constant and unremarkable.

Now it felt like something else entirely.

Adrien hesitated before flipping it open.

For a brief moment, his grip tightened, as if a part of him understood that whatever was inside would complicate things, not simplify them.

But he opened it anyway.

The handwriting was unmistakable, it was his mother’s.

Soft, elegant, slightly slanted in a careful way, each word placed with intention instead of hastily written down. He stared at it for a moment, the familiarity catching him off guard in a way he hadn’t anticipated.