Rose
We walked through the mountain pass. I looked at Crispen again in disbelief. ‘Are you sure?’ I ask him, hoping there is some doubt. He nods his head, ‘he was there for many reasons, but that was clearly the most important one.’ I couldn’t believe that the little girl I saved, the sweet child I’d come to know these past few days, was the daughter of monsters. I didn’t want to look at her differently because she’s not her parents, but it was difficult. ‘We can’t let her go back to them, Crispen.’ He seemed unconvinced by this statement, ‘well, it isn’t like there is much choice at this point. So I wouldn’t worry.’
‘If there was, would you allow her to go back?’
‘I don’t know, Rose. I understand why you wouldn’t want to go back there,’ I interrupted him reminding him of who her paren
