We all look at her, we all can understand but I need to know something else.
“Brooke, can you tell us a little bit more of what you saw?” I ask.
She looks at me and gives me a weak smile, she looks around but Joe hands her a notebook. She starts to write. After ten minutes she hands me the piece of paper and I read it out loud, my stomach turns as I skim over it. My mother isn’t going to like this.
“She says, I remember loads but there is so many to go through and I will, but like Sassy said, I will tell Joe and we can work them out together” I look up and see Joe nod and smile at her “As for telling you something else, there was a reason why I didn't want to talk to my father, he was always drunk but he used to say horrible things to me while he was in a bad state. He told me once befo
