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Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when you lose important people in your life you gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many said it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....

The people who lived in the suburbs of New Jersey had woken up to a morning like no other, it was a bright sunny day with the blue sky showing no signs of a white cloud anywhere after a very long time; and being a Sunday afternoon, everyone in the neighborhood had planned their family barbecue’s or picnics in their backyards, all the kids had gotten changed into their swimsuits and played in the sprinklers, the dogs were barking happily, the birds were chirping merry tunes and it seemed to be the perfect summer afternoon for everybody who were enjoying their holidays, basking in the glory...