❝She's one of those girls you just can't walk away from. One of those girls you will never forget, no matter how hard you might try.❞
BOOK ONE OF THE SCARLETT CHRONICLES |
After being kidnapped as a young child, seventeen year old Scarlett Grey is...
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Please Note : The "Fall Formal" will henceforth be referred to as the "Winter Formal," just in case anyone got confused. Same dance, just a different name.
As you were.
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I WASN'T THE only member of my family who was keeping secrets.
Two months before I was returned home to my family, my mother had come down with a bout of migraine headaches and nausea. Concerned, my father had taken her to the doctor's to have her checked out. At first, their doctor had brushed it off, saying that headaches at her age were quite normal. But, regardless, they sent her home with a requisition for an MRI scan.
Three weeks before I came home to her, my mother was diagnosed with glioblastoma. She had a cancerous tumor growing in her brain.
My mother was dying, and nobody had bothered to tell me.
I'd finally been informed by the physician that cared for her when we arrived in the emergency room. He'd pulled up her file and, upon a quick neurological exam, quickly deduced that she'd had a grand mal seizure. Of course I'd had to ask what that was, and he explained that seizures like that were quite common in patients with a tumor like hers.
"You must have the wrong chart," I'd insisted, shaking my head quickly. "My mum doesn't have cancer."
When I saw the sympathetic look on the doctor's face, my heart shattered in my chest.
