CHAPTER ELEVEN
Oliver looked at the small notebook in his hands. It was covered in doodles and scribbles. The name Theodore Blue was written in neat cursive in the top right-hand corner.
He opened it up and looked at the writing inside. It was just classroom notes but he scanned it all hoping for clues. He could hardly believe these were his father’s words! His heart began to beat quickly. He was really holding a piece of his parents.
He kept leafing through the pages, desperate for some information that might lead him onward. But there was nothing. Just formulas and diagrams and indecipherable mathematic equations. He felt his chest sink.
The notebook of his father’s was all he had to go on now. But it was at least something. A notebook and a name.
He and Esther stood. They’d taken u
