Dear Journal,

Good Lord, I hate my brother. I truly do despise him with all of my heart. We were attacked by highwaymen, but I’m not quite sure that they were normal highwaymen. They seemed to be looking for something… something that was stolen from them. I obviously would never, and I know Percy wouldn’t have either, so that left my useless toad of a brother. The idiot had stolen a puzzle box from Versailles. At that moment, I felt like I could kill him—and I told him as much as well. However, I do feel sorry for many of the things I’ve said to him. I don’t think it showed on my face, but I was horrified to know what father has done to him. And I honestly feel terrible for assuming the worst of him—for assuming that he had gotten into fights before. It just never crossed my mind that mother would lie, or that father would beat him black and blue…

Felicity Montague