Diary PagesWhen the first page slips into the intelligence briefcase he considers it odd, nothing like it had been in the case before this round. Spy sighed tiredly, shifting aside the piles of useless papers that usually resided inside of the red casing and picking up the crisp lined sheet. It looked like it belonged to some sort of diary, the page dating back two months and detailing a cake recipe. Another sigh and he filed it in a separate folder underneath his bed to read later.More Like This
The second page was more intriguing. He pulled it out curiously and ignored the rest of the papers the rest of the night. The page was double-sided and was written in a messy scrawl, like its author had quickly written it in a flurry of movement. He slowly read through it, inspecting every word carefully and methodically while fingering the small cut in the upper right-hand of the page.
The writing matched the contents of the page, the author writing of how he or she had disappointed their parents and how they weren