Karl bit his lips. His shoulders were slightly hunched, and his fingers clutched the hem of his robe. He didn't remember. Not a single word from the list Ruby had given him. His baby-blue eyes, normally full of mischief and sparkle, now looked like glassy lakes filled with guilt. Slowly, he looked up at Ruby with the most pitiful face he could make.
Ruby didn't even need to ask. She already knew.
"You didn't remember anything… did you?" she asked quietly, her voice laced with disappointment.
Karl flinched, like a child caught stealing cookies. "I—iiii…umm…" he mumbled, eyes flicking nervously toward Milo and then dropping straight to the floor.
Ruby raised a brow, folding her arms across her chest.
"So you didn't write these," she said, flipping through the notebook. "Then who did?" Her eyes scanned the pages again, her voice sharper this time. "Who in this house is bold enough to write words like 'baby', 'wife', 'love', 'kiss'...?"
She glanced around the room dramatically.
