On my way back to the hotel, my head was filled with questions. First I saw a little girl who looked exactly like me, who disappeared when she was six and nobody talked about it. Then my father almost told me something about my mother today but he suddenly stopped.
And now the thought of what Mia said didn't leave my head, I just couldn't stop thinking about it, no matter how hard I try to.Someone was asking questions about my mother, not Isabelle Ashworth but my mother, since I took this job it has been one secret to another. I got to the hotel, took the elevator to my floor, today has been a long day, I saw and heard a lot.
I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at the wall. For years, my mother's death had been something I accepted without questioning, she died when I was six tha
