CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Charlotte sat on the front step. She was still shaky and wanted to finish her water before attempting to reach the car. The house was locked up. What she wanted to take with her was in her backpack.
What you need to take. Not want.
The letter. She was going to ask her mother about it. She had to get more information if she was to find her father. And she wanted to with every fibre of her being. But why would he leave her with Angelica? Why not take her as well? He must have taken Zoe…but it made no sense. Zoe left when she was two. Dad left much later. Years later.
“Excuse me. Are you the new tenant?”
A woman smiled at Charlotte from the end of the path. She carried a baby and a bundle of mail.
“Oh. Hello, no. Just cleaning it up in there.”
“Thank goodness. It re
