Chapter 14

After a few minutes to steady my nerves, I took a deep breath and left the kitchen, heading into the sitting room.

The plain cream walls and wood finishes gave the room a modern feel but coupled with the old furniture and inches of dust on everything the room looked old, dated and unused. I grabbed a bottle of furniture cleaner and a cloth out of the kitchen and made my way around the living room. I might as well do something productive while searching through my parent’s things.

I ran the cloth over the mantle, taking a moment to look at each of the photographs as I did so and tried really hard to ignore the lurch in my heart. These people were important enough to my parents for them to place pictures of them on display in their home and yet I didn't recognise a single one of them, not even the slightest hint of recognition and I hated that. These people should have been my family, my friends, the people in the world that I was closes