“What?” I said fast. “My father has nothing to do with this.” I repeated. My voice grew stronger again.

“He’s just a normal man. A good man.” I defended.

“Oh, Ellie,” he said quietly.

“A little girl who just moved into Oizys, say not more than a month ago. Betrayed by her own best friend.”

“The little blue house on Hawthorne Street.”

My heart skipped.

“Rainers Catholic School, top of her class, you attended until you were ten.” My stomach dropped. How does ...