❝She's one of those girls you just can't walk away from. One of those girls you will never forget, no matter how hard you might try.❞
BOOK ONE OF THE SCARLETT CHRONICLES |
After being kidnapped as a young child, seventeen year old Scarlett Grey is...
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I DIDN'T CRY when my mother died.
The nurses and doctors came rushing in when the machines started alarming. But there was nothing that they could do for her. She'd signed a paper in case this ever happened, saying she didn't want anything done to save her.
So my father held me tightly to his chest as they shut off the machines and the room fell absolutely silent. I felt his chest shudder with quiet sobs, his hand aimlessly stroking my hair, but my eyes were dry.
I felt empty, I felt hopeless, and I felt lost. Most of all, I felt like my heart had stopped beating the second Mum's had.
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Her funeral was two days later. There'd been little to do, as somehow Mum had found the time to plan everything without us even knowing about it. She must've known how distraught Dad would be, losing the love of his life like that. Even in death, she was trying to take care of us.
It also happened to fall on the same day as the Regional dance competition. The same competition I'd been meant to dance another solo at. But Aurora had stepped up, offering to take my place and I'd agreed easily, far from feeling up to it. I'd even told her she could use my choreography if she liked. I had complete faith she would do it far more justice than I ever could.
