Chapter 7

• ADA
• Yes. Here I was, walking, my hands locked in my Mum's, into the woods. This ‘forest’ wasn't far from the park my Mum used to take me to as a kid. Dad used to have us ‘camp’ here when I was little. The only difference was that then I used to be much more excited and less terrified. I guess you can say times have changed.
• “Why is Dad not here?” I asked Mum who had barely said anything since we met up. “I mean, if what you say is true, then he should be here, right?”