Chapter 22

The passageway was quiet but there were lights everywhere. There were six doors straight down so he walked to the last one. He listened attentively enough to pick the sound of Tracey’s sobs. He knocked.

“Tracey, it’s Ichabod, open.”

The sobbing stopped for a while but no reply.

“I am so sorry for what your father did honey. But....”

“He promised me Ichabod, Mum also thought that he was gonna come. Everyone will laugh at me again...” she sobbed.

“I hate my daddy too you know.”

She stopped sobbing, “why?”

“If you open up, I will tell you.”

For a while, there was no movement but the door opened eventually and her little face came out. She was already dressed in a white ball gown, white shoes and in her hand was a magic wand and a tiara was on her head.

“Oh my God! You are such a beautiful angel....”

She smiled, “I’m a beauty, silly.”

Ichabod laughed and squatted to reach her height. “This gown is too beautiful to be wast