I could feel Jude rubbing the back of my hand as she helped me out. The open garden and fresh air provided me with a false sense of security. Even though it was just for a second. The green garden was devoid of any flowers, just a small patio that seemed unused and cold. Just like my heart.
My jaw clenched as I struggled to get familiarised with the harsh reality. Now it all made sense to me. From the moment I encountered them they knew who I was. Lawrence Williams. Geroge. My father. It was all a web. Web of betrayal and lies. Strangely the guilt I felt for Lawrence and Geroge subsided. The ache was gone. I admit their deaths were brutal, but what they did to Anya was more cruel. How much pain she must be in?
My soul shuddered even thinking about that. Looking up at the cloudless sky,
