The drive home was quiet,too quiet. Clara sat in the passenger seat staring out the window as rain continued to fall across London.
Normally she enjoyed rainy days but today she barely noticed them. Her thoughts remained trapped inside the abandoned warehouse.
Inside Edward's letter,inside that phone call. "Ask your father what happened the night Edward Knight died."
The words repeated endlessly in her mind. Across from her, Alexander focused on the road,neither spoke for several minutes.
There wasn't much to say,everything had changed. The mystery that had once seemed distant now sat directly inside Clara's family.
And for the first time, she wasn't sure whether she wanted answers. Because answers came with consequences.
And something told her she wasn't going to like what she disco
