"No." I shook my head in denial. There was no way that this could be true. But on the other hand, why would my best friend lie to me about something like this?

"Isla, believe me I am telling you the truth." She placed both hands on my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes.

I was mad.

How could my father lie to me and say that my own mother was dead? Pembroke was full of lies and deserved nothing but bad luck! How dare they lie to me and make me think that my mother had ...