It was 10:00 O'clock at night. Claire was alseep, and Christen was working late. Margret was all alone. She carfully took the old paper out of her aporon and studied it for a while. then she got the old childrens book and did the same with it.
"This makes no scense! Why was the last thing left of my father in a book we haven't opened in years!" Thought Margret. "The only person who would know why would be..." Margret was trying to hold back her tears. "Elois. Only Elois would know. But she is gone now. And I can't do anything about it"
"Honey! I'm home!" said Christen coming in the door. Margret knew she couldn't keep this from from her husband long. "Christen." she asked worried.
"What is it? Is everything alright?"
"When i was 12 years old, my father left my family. We don't know why, or how. He was here one day and gon the next. I never saw him again..."
"Why have you never told me this before?"
"I...I don't know" said Margret ashamed.
"Why are you telling me this now though, did you not trust me?"
"No no no!! that's not why at all!"
"Look Margret, I love you and trust you with my life, it hurts mw that you wouldn't tellme about you father. I could have sent out a search party for him! Maybe Claire would have anouther relatitive to look up too!"
"No Christen it wasn't like that!"
""Ok whatever. I'm going to bed."
"Christen wait! dont leave me!"
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The Dusty Bookshelf
Mystery / ThrillerThis book is a story about a young woman who has had a long lost family secret get into the wrong hands.