Missus Holbrook said she saw Emory. Here, in Knotwood. Said she passed a young man knocking at a neighbor's door and asking for my name. She didn't stop and say anything as she knows about him and what he's done to me. Someone must have told him I were living in this village now. She came straight here and told me.
I can't very well go out now and run up and down the street and beg everyone not to tell anyone where I live. I've made sure the door is locked. I closed the curtains.
I can't risk him finding this diary. He can't read much better than I can, but he knows his letters well enough. There's too much in here about the beatings and him stealing from me and all. And all the names of people I know and where they live! Should I throw the book in the fire?? No, I can't! There's so much here I want to keep.
I'll just pretend nobody's home if he
