Chapter 12

India stood in front of the library door and forced herself to breathe. This was the only place she could think of to find information. For all her mother’s flaws, she’d loved books, and that love was something India had shared with her. By the time she was fourteen, she’d devoured most of the books here, and if there was any knowledge to gain about her past, it would be here. But taking the step to open the door was difficult. Behind this door were memories that lived in her, surfacing when she least expected, reaching to devour her. 

Steeling herself, she reached for the doorknob and turned it, twisting it open. She walked in and gulped air sharply. It looked the same but yet different. The carpet was missing, and the floors were clean, but she could still remember the blood filling the carpets and staining the floors a bright red that turned darker with each minute. 

She could see the bodies littered across the floor, her mother in the middle, a manic look o