It was autumn when our father bought the old isolated Victorian home that our mother and him had always dreamt about. Inside it creaked with every step little Lyla took when we entered the house for the first time. The stairs were even more talkative as we made our way up to what was now our new bed...
I couldn’t run fast enough. What if she’s gone? Dead. The desolate rain soaked my clothes with its tears; my skin felt numb against the freezing air.
Adelaide.
I didn’t bother to knock on the front door and I was too saturated in my thoughts to be thankful that it was unlocked. I tried n...
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