Alice
I blinked back in surprise as the blindfold was slid from my eyes.
The room was full of soft warm light, and not at all like the dank warehouse I was expecting. What kind of mobster was my father? I wasn’t tied to a chair with a lone bulb swinging above my head.
In fact it looked like I was in a kids room. A really pink, really frilly little girls room.realisation hit me like a sledge hammer as I threw panicked eyes around.
Was this my room?
Had he kept my room , the room that three year old me had slept in, played in all these years? Like some shrine?
“Weird” the words tumbled from my lips without me even meaning to say them out loud. I had heard of grieving parents not changing a thing about their Lost child’s room. But I wasn’t dead. I was just gone.
“Weird, weird” I peer
