Chapter 18

By the time I had finished reading, I realised that my eyes were so filled with tears that a few droplets had fallen onto the page and were smudging the words all over the place.

I had so many questions and no idea where the hell to begin finding answers.

One thing I did know for sure. I had to listen to my mum. Not Nicola who had raised me my entire life but my mum who had taken her time to write this letter and who had obviously been in danger. The kind of danger that had forced her into leaving her child almost as soon as she was born.

Sensing the kind of raw, terrifying emotion that she must have been feeling when she had written the letter, I quickly shoved it back into the book and slammed the cover closed.

As if sensing my intentions, the lock snapped shut, and the ‘W’ stopped glowing.

Although my mind was spinning with questions, so much so that I had a major headache, I knew that I needed to get out of the library, and I had to take the book with me.