The words hung in the room long after Richard spoke. "Because the people responsible never disappeared."
Silence followed,a heavy silence. The kind that made the air feel thick. Clara stared at her father across the living room.
The man looked exhausted and Older than she had ever seen him. For years she had imagined that the secrets surrounding Edward Knight and her mother's journal belonged to another world.
A world separate from her family,separate from her childhood,separate from the people she loved. Now she understood how wrong she had been.
The truth had always been here,inside this house,inside her father's silence. And inside the memories nobody wanted to discuss. "What do you mean they never disappeared?" she asked quietly.
Richard looked down at the letter resting on the co
