Dear Diary
The very first thing I did when I arrived at Cambridge was set up the new laptop Dad purchased for me in downtown.
My first web search? Killian Oster. I don’t know what I was thinking.
It wasn’t like I could be with him anyway, not like this.
I told myself I just wanted to make sure he was okay …
happy, maybe even married with kids. I mean he’d said that his people marry early.
Anyway, at first, I found nothing, but when I added the town we grew up in, I got the newspaper and TV channels’ stories.
It confirmed everything Mael had accused him of.
My heart dropped. For too long, I sat there with my elbows on the desk and my hands holding my head.
I’d thought him a good person, but … maybe it had all been an act.
It would have been fine for him to be like me but if what the media said was true then two things bothered me: he fooled me and he killed his own family.
Why? I kept remembering his mother’s beautiful face, her amazingly long black hair, dark-teal eyes.
How could anyone want to kill her? I reminisced about that day when she visited, the way her and Killian looked at each other. She was so sweet, just like Mom.
No. It’s just not possible.
Obsessively, I’ve filled my days by searching for his family’s name, researching which cities have the largest population of Irish Travelers, bed and breakfasts where I could stay at, and transportation. I have almost everything ready for my first trip.