There was only one person who I knew looked like that and that was—Vivian.
“Thank you,” I whispered to my landlord, squeezing a couple of dollar notes into his hands as I rushed inside our old apartment.
The musky smell of dust was the first thing to greet me immediately after I stepped inside.
I walked into the small space which I converted into a room for my mum in the past.
After searching each and every corner of the room, I still found nothing, not one document about the Harnes inheritance.
My eyes landed on my mothers old journal, and I stretched my hand to pick it up.
She always wrote in this old thing, and she valued it more than her life. I remember trying to throw it away once and she completely lashed out at me.
I wonder what she wrote in here, that made her too busy t
