Chapter Three
Rain pattered on the windshield of the bumpy pick up. Blindfolded with a satin black sash I sat in the eerie silence waiting. There was nothing left for me to do but drown in my own sea of thoughts from the past night.
My father’s voice rang clearly in my head as he bid me farewell that one final time.
“Be wise little bird,” he so often liked to call me. “With this charge you will find your place in this world.” And yet again he was so full of cryptic promises.
No one dared to refuse his wishes, even up to the point of changing my life forever. There were so many things I still didn’t understand. The secrecy was perhaps the biggest question of all. Why did Father find the need to hide this from me all of these years? The only reason I knew about the possibility of it all
