Arabella had went straight to her room to pack once her mother said it was ok to move around. The sun was coming up strongly now, both Arabella and Jane had guessed the Terrors had moved on. But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t come back that night. As she packed some clothes into a back-pack she remembered her father Markus saying something about her sketch book. Looking over at it she picked it up, watching as a note fell out of it and hit the floor. Arabella’s brows pulled together in confusion, what had fallen out? Bending she picked it up and opened it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">‘My dear Arabella, if you are reading this, than the worst has happened and I am no longer with you. I wrote this not in preparation that I might live to the day that I would reveal some surprising things to you. I can’t write it all down, but your smart enough you can figure it out.<br/>Go to my office dear, open the second draw down on the right, in there contains some files. Look through them and good luck honey. I love you…'</span><br/><br/>Arabella’s eyes burned with tears, it was the last thing she had of her fathers. She sighed lightly, starting out of the room and heading to her father’s office, ready to do as the paper said.