Her head spinning, Isabelle closed the notebook. It was a good thing she was sitting down, because reading her mother’s words was almost like time travel. She felt as if she’d been transported into another time and place completely, and now her own childhood bedroom didn’t feel real anymore, not compared to her mother’s faraway, lost-to-the-past world.
F.
Who was F?
She picked up a previous notebook and fanned through the pages looking for more mentions of “F.” He first appeared about seven months before the accident, but his full name was never written out.
One thing was for sure. There was no romance going on with F. It clearly wasn’t an affair, although Amanda liked him and thought of him as a very good friend as well as someone she was paying to help her.
Help her do what, though?
