Chapter 28

Something dropped, soiling the paper on the spot where it landed. I had thought it was raining but when some had stained my cheek I knew then that it was my tears.

My knees buckled and my hands reached out to stop myself from crumbling to the ground and curling up like that seven year old child mourning the leave of his mother. I was still tender, a bit over seven when she left but that was what father made me believe. He had said that she abandoned us and that she hated me but the flowery images of mother that sometimes flashed through my mind showed only an unbreakable bond and nothing at all like hate.

I refused to believe it though, and I had vowed to find her but now if I wanted answers, I guess I would have to swim through the underworld.

"Where did you find this?" I asked in a low and calm tone, sounding so defeated on the inside.