Although I put on a brave face, declaring that I'd rather the truth be known, I felt a horrible heaviness in my heart when we stood in front of my Dad's room. He had always told me to ask things straight out if I want to know something rather than go behind people's back. And what was I doing? Trying to snoop into his room...
It was true that he refused to tell me the truth. It was true he was hiding something he didn't want anyone to know. But it felt so wrong to go through his things when he was...
"Amy..." Nancy said gently. Sighing I opened the door and went in, straight to his desk. I knew exactly where he kept important things. My Dad was a very organized person. Every one of his case files were neatly labeled and kept in the first desk drawer. And his personal documents were kept in the second. I pulled open the second quickly. The first thing that caught my eye was a diary. I opened it up to find a photograph.611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡriYiKzeczT
"Who in the world is that?" Nancy asked, looking over my shoulder.
It was a woman. A beautiful woman with long black hair. Her soft brown eyes were full of a disarming innocence that bordered on naivety.
In a flash I knew why she felt so familiar. It was the woman I saw in my Dad's memory. The woman who was begging him to help...
"Is that...." Jenny whispered.
"Yes. Jenny. I think it's Clara."
To be continued....
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