After a long day of berry picking she walked into her house in Colburn, North Yorkshire with excitement to show her father and mother her basket full of berries. She walked into the kitchen and set the basket on the wooden table that her father once made. The little girl who was twelve at the time ran around the house yelling for her mother. She circled the house once till she came across the kitchen again. She walked in slowly towards the wooden table where a piece of paper laid by itself. She picked up the piece of paper.
My love, Mirabella
I can’t forgive myself for what your father and I are putting you though. I had to leave for not just my safety but as well as yours. Your aunt Lela is going to meet you at our cottage down at the lake in a couple of days. Mirabella, please garb a suitcase and leave as fast as you can. Lela will tell you as much as she can. We will meet again, I promise. I love you.
Your mother, Tilly.
She set the paper back on the table and her ice blue eyes turned into a dark cold night. She walked toward the window and looked upon the bright sunset. A perfect day she thought turned into a day she no longer wants to remember. She grabbed everything she can and ran with fear to her parent’s cottage. While the dark was taking over the day she finally arrived to the lake. She dropped her suitcase and stood there then fell on her knees while tears dropped down. The cottage, her trail to answers was destroyed. She no longer had a letter to tell her what to do. She was alone and she was terrified.
