PUZZLE PIECE 15
DAD’S QUEST TO FIND ME
Fear rips me apart,
Hope builds, bringing me courage,
Dear crystal cottage,
I need luck and much, much more,
The stone of the mind awaits.
My daughter’s body lay still in her bed, unresponsive, not hearing, not speaking, silent as if in death. But her rosy face and beating pulse suggested otherwise. I knew without a doubt that this shell of my once-vibrant daughter lived, but her spirit had left her body. I didn’t know whether she’d chosen her altered state in spirit form, or whether this was the wicked plan of an evil villain. This thought gripped my heart, making my breath fast and shallow.
I drew a shaky breath in, drawing comfort from the realisation that I knew where to begin my search. My breathing calmed to a degree so I could focus. Am
