Portia
The first thing I see when I get upstairs is the veil. It's folded and set on the foot of the single bed I slept on last night.
Picking it up, I smell detergent and see how much whiter the lace looks. I didn't have a chance to wash it before the wedding day. The stains are gone too. No blood. Like it never ever happened.
I'm glad.
Keeping it on my lap, I sit on the edge of the bed and look around. This is Elizabeth Scarfoni's room. Callahan's little sister. She was five when she was killed. She'd have been fifteen now. Same age as Nathan. And her little friend, what was her name?Mara. She disappeared. Seems strange if they took someone that they'd take Mara and not the daughter of their enemy.
And after all this time, I wonder if Callahan is still searching for her. It makes me
