“What is this place?” B2"s sleepy voice interrupted my thoughts.
I turned my head in time to see her waving her hand at the rafters. I sniffed the warm, musty air. “A barn, I think.” It was the only description I had that made sense of the room.
As I said the word out loud, my mind drifted to C.E.C.I.L and the variety of books I"d read. One, in particular, had been my favourite.
I closed my eyes, and the image of the cover came to mind – Charlotte"s Web. The book had drawn me to its pages. The words inside offered a comfortable familiarity. At the time, I hadn"t remembered why it had meant so much. And while a lot of my memories hadn"t returned, some were beginning to peak through the fog in my head.
Charlotte"s WebWhen I turned nine, my grandmother gave me a hard copy of Charlotte"s W
