Chapter Four

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I walked through our front door and tossed my bag onto the living room table. "Paige? You home?" I called out, only to receive silence. Well that answered that. Walking through he living room and to the hallway that lead to our private library I decided go unpack our large collection of books. It was one of the many things me and my stepmom had in common.

Large, heavy boxes surrounded the room. Most of them near the only furniture in the room, a table. I pulled out one of the boxes, dragged if closer to me and sat on the ground. My dad, William Sparks, used to be a professor at an university. He was really into reading, so in effect we still have a lot of his books he bought, from as old and boring as Darwin's Theory of Evolution to the latest Percy Jackson book.

I start to take the books out of the box one by one when a peculiar book stood out. It's worn out spine and cover rubbed against my palms, I turned it over and read the title. Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls. Curious, I opened the book and ruffled through the pages, when a white piece of paper fell in my lap. I placed the book on the ground next to the other books and carefully picked up the folded piece of paper. When I opened it I noticed it had my father's handwriting. I began to read and realized this letter was directed towards me.

Dear Claire Sparks,

Daughter, I wish I could write to you like any other father should. Telling you about your first words and such. But, in my case I must warn you. I must warn of the many dangers than may arise in your life because of your background. I must ask that you leave New York and head to my hometown, that's where you will be most safe. I cannot say much to explain but I have arranged for someone to protect you, in case I should not be here to protect you. Look for the Lane family, they will gladly help you.

Sincerely your father,
William Sparks

My eyes had tears in them and some had fallen onto my father's letter. Realization hit me, his hometown. That's Montrose..I'm already here. Am I still in danger?

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