—So this is it? —I asked a little nervously.
—It's what I could find out on the internet...
Swallowing some of my salivae, I lean out of the car window, looking with some trepidation at the old wooden house in front of me, the house that once belonged to my mother.
Could we solve a mystery that even the police back home couldn't? Those are questions that drag my mind, especially now, when I'm so close to knowing the truth about my life, a truth I'm not so sure I want to know.
—But what happened to him? —I asked in surprise when I received that pamphlet with the information about my mother's disappearance from Luka's hands.
—I have no idea. When I found that film, I got very excited, and I searched for more information about Nathalie Davies. I found out that your mother was a famous pi
