The Romeo and Juliet Code

★One★

I was always told that my dad, Danny, loved danger. I was told that he was a bit reckless and daring. And that's just the way he pulled the car up into the sandy drive way at my grandmother's house in Maine. We could see the ocean below us crashing and pounding against the jagged rocks. Danny seemed to put the brakes on just at the edge of the cliff.
   My mum, Winnie, reached out and touched his arm gently and we sat there in silence for a moment while Danny took a deep breath.
    "Shall we carry on, then?" Said Winnie, looking round to the back seat at me. "Felicity, shall I bring Wink up to the porch?"
      Even though I was eleven years old, I was still quite attached to Wink. I was most dreadfully embarrassed about it and hoped no one my age here in America would ever find out that I still loved a big, brownish, cheerful British bear. The thing about Wink was, he always smiled, even at the edge of a cliff.
      Danny got out of the car and started for the house with my suitcases. He took the path through wild rosebushes because he knew the way. After twelve years of being in England, my Danny was coming home. I had never been here before and neither had my mum, Winnie. Winnie kept saying, "Danny, you should've told us how lovely it all is. Felicity, isn't it lovely!