12

Cressida

Oh my beautiful children, I love you so much but I will always wish that you were never even born.

"No!" I woke up, gasping and sweating. It was the same dream I was having for the last two days… ever since Dad went to prison and ever since I accidentally found that book.

I looked at the nightstand beside me where I last placed the book… that damned book.

'Two days ago'

Why Did they send me to get something from Dad's office when I hadn't entered it for years.

I kept on searching for the papers Jack asked me to find but there was a specific drawer that felt weird… too weird.

I took the ruler that Dad always kept in the office and placed it on the side of the floor of the drawer and pushed a little… bingo! I was right, there was another layer beneath it and there was a book with only a few French words written on the red leather cover.

L'histoire d'une femme morte.

Which in English meant : The story of a dead woman.

Dad was never one to read books so why would he keep a boo