Nora dragged herself towards her front door, her heart still filled with dread over what Blackthorne had told her.
Did he really want her to kill her child? Of course she wouldn't do that even if the whole world was against her.
She sniffled, "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take," she croaked.
She inserted the key into the keyhole, and pushed open the front door.
Carrington.
That name rang in her head, and her eyes brightened, "Carrington," she whispered, "Carrington!" Her eyes widened.
"His last name is Carrington," she closed the door behind her, and walked to her sofa and sat down.
"I could search for thier family name on the internet," her eyes sparkled.
"Finally," she quickly went to the web to search for the Carrington's profile.
The page was still loading, and only the parents, and the first two sons profile had appeared.
