I’ve known Jace since he was a toddler. I’ve changed his diapers more than a time or twenty for fuck’s sake. With he and my Cindy the same age, growing up together, I suppose it shouldn’t have been a surprise that they’d become childhood sweethearts. And make no mistake, Jace seems like an upstanding young man. Probably he’d be good for Cindy. He might be a good parent should he and Cindy ever have kids of their own. As for me, I’ve tried to be a good mom. I tried to do the right thing, and it wasn’t always easy, being a single mom from the time I was sixteen. Was reading her diary the right thing to do? I’m not sure, but I couldn’t very well unread it.