Chapter Eight

The bedside clock beeped for the third time now.

I was already awake.

I hadn't slept a wink last night. I had tossed and turned, because Emily had been on my mind. What was she hiding?

Unable to sleep, I sat up and reached for my laptop on the chest of drawers beside my bed, switched it on, clicked on Google app and the search box.

Now this was stupid.

What to type?

I typed Emily Bush and clicked on search.

There were results, but none of her.

What did I expect?

I drummed my fingers on my thigh and thought of what next.

Eleventh grade students of Dellany High, 2016/2017

Go.

The list appeared, but it's not like they'd give personal information about students.

I shook my head and pushed the laptop aside in frustration.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.

I lived alone, apart from Festus. I needed a break from the servants underfoot lifestyle, which was the kind of life I lived back in Italy.

Although I suspected that the reason papà agreed for me to come and live he