![]() ![]() The words ‘Rookwood School’ were stamped underneath in dark-coloured ink. I took a closer look at the seal on the envelope – it was black, with a raised imprint of a bird on top of an oak tree. I went into the kitchen and sat down on one of the rickety chairs. In fact, it was usually necessary she just let it pile up in the hallway if I didn’t. Aunt Phoebe didn’t object to me reading her post. I turned it over and saw that it was addressed to my aunt. This one was closed tightly and sealed with wax. Scarlet had always liked to send me secret messages, but she sealed her letters so haphazardly that you could probably have opened hers just by breathing on them. ![]() An envelope lying on the stone floor.įor a moment I thought it might be a belated birthday card – the only card I’d had that year was from my aunt, and looking at the single, lonely name written at the top had hurt more than I could say – but as I picked the envelope up it felt more like a letter. It could have been a good day.Īs I emerged from the shadow of the stairs and into the sunlit hallway, I noticed it. The early morning sun was already warming the air. I woke up and made my way down the winding stairs of my aunt Phoebe’s house, breathing in the smell of bacon cooking as I went. The first one I wouldn’t share with my twin sister, Scarlet. ![]() I remember that because it was the day after our thirteenth birthday. ![]() Image Missing his is the story of how I became my sister. ![]()
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