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I stare blankly at the empty field where my small cottage home once stood. I look around hopelessly, trying to find some remnant of the small, wooden house. There’s nothing. Fear settles in my heart, but more than that - confusion. Where is Renée?
I walk closer with weak legs, my suitcase trudging through the grassy field. As I reach the top of the field, where my home should be, there is only a single envelope in its place. On the front it reads My Bella in my mother’s perfect script. My heart stops.
Hastily, I reach down with shaking hands to take the envelope, ripping it open to reach the letter it contains.
My Bella,
I am sorry you have to find out this way. I am writing to you in a brief moment of lucidity. If you have found this letter, I am dead. I am so sorry. I have made a grave mistake. I know you will hate me even more after this, especially after Phil, but you cannot stay here. The cottage will be made unplottable upon my death, and there will be no one who will be able to reach it. You must go to live with your father, he will also be told. I am so sorry. They will come for you and question you. You must tell them that you hate me and that you want nothing to do to me. You must tell them that you have gone to live with your father as a No-Maj. Please do not look for me. It is the best way to keep you safe. I am so sorry, Bella.
I have always loved you and always will.
Your Mother.
A choked sob escapes my lips as I shove the letter into the pocket of my school robes. My thoughts are scattered with so many unanswered questions. Not knowing what else to do, with blurred eyes, I picture a familiar white house in Forks, Washington and clutch the handle of my suitcase, turning on the spot.