Prologue

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   “For goodness sake Silvia!” Harry yelled, “Why don’t you ever listen?”

   “Me not listen?” I screamed stamping my foot like a twelve year old as all the built up anger overflowed from inside of me, “You never listen to me! When was the last time you ever asked about how I was feeling? Not since mum died that’s for sure!”

   Harry shook his head and I watched as he clenched his fists, “Silvie, you know that’s not true.”

   “No Dad, it is true. And you know it.” With that, I turned on my heel and moved angrily towards the door.

   “Silvia Styles. Don’t you dare turn your back on me.” He said with authority.

   “Why not?” I asked with slight laugh filled with sadness, “Because you did.” Then, I opened the door, and dramatically, slammed it behind me.

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