Chapter 5
RAE KELLER
I got off the bus, heart in my mouth, tears in my eyes and my steps dragging.
I felt so worn out, tired and miserable. It had been seven years already and it seemed everyone was still on my case. Even the worst assassin in the history of assasins was forgotten after four years of execution, why was I not forgotten? Was this how I was going to have to deal with everyone I met on the way?
I felt like turning back and running with all my might, running to where I did not know, there was the problem. And the fact that my Enola was all I had on my mind. I had to get to her no matter what and, as I slowly walked down the vaguely familiar path to my parent's house, I silently prayed that they had not moved houses and that they still lived there.
I tried not to pray too hard on the fact that they had taken care of my child.
