Elena bit her lip, as her suspicion was confirmed, before flashing Dillon a weak smile. What were the chances that she would find a relative? She handed the diary over to him, flipped open to the page she was looking for. "Here. You might want to read this."

Uncle Dillon came over again today. He tried to teach me that dance again, but I really don't think I'm the dancing type.

I think he feels bad. About Mom. I mean, she was his sister. I don't mind. It's a nice distraction from how quiet it is around home nowadays. It's a distraction from how much I miss her...

She honestly wasn't sure how to feel about this. There hadn't been a parental figure in her life since her parents died, and Stefan didn't count, as uptight as he was. Elena watched him carefully as he read the diary page, and chided herself. Just because it said they were related, doesn't mean he was going to act like it. It didn't mean she had to act like it. After all, she had been on her own (Stefan had been more of a teacher, and Damon barely counted as a teacher, let alone a guardian) for more than a year now, and she could take care of herself.

Cautiously, Elena asked, "What do you think?"