Chapter 87. Zander Has a Sister?

It was a brilliant October morning; the air was chilly and crisp. Hazel opened the dual window of the room and stuck her head out. She inhaled the aromatic scents of pine timbers and berries. She marvelled at the elegance of nature that stretched all around the mansion. Her eyes could see an immense distance across the timberlands. The mist that floated across the greenery made the environment seemed like a delightful, whimsical dream. She stretched her hands above her head and worked the kinks out of her shoulders. The previous few days were tedious and today was the most dreadful time of the year for her.

Eleven years ago today was the last time she saw her father.

That morning, he had informed her he was going on an adventure, and he promised to tell her all about it when he returned, but something told Hazel that her dad wasn't coming back. She implored him not to leave, but he assured her he would be back in no time. 

Three weeks after, a