Description

An estranged daughter. An anguished mother. Would a handwritten journal bring healing or some kind of relief? Closure? Or tear the wound deeper? Someone once told her, "The cheapest form of therapy is a notebook and a pen," which sounded too easy . . . yet was more than what she currently had. With nothing to lose, Bailey picks up her journal-pink with butterfly designs on the outside to torment her further-and tries to rediscover and write to whom she hopes to reconnect with, or let go of completely . . .