It must be popular.”She looks up in amusement. “Your daughter? You do not look old enough to have a daughter that enjoys Jean Auel.”“Jean Auel...”Her grin widens mischievously.“Yes, she’s the author. She has written a whole series of books about a prehistoric girl and her adventures. Some of her writing can be quite graphic, if you know what I mean.” She laughs at my discomfort. “It is indeed quite popular - with girls!”I vow to have a closer look at my daughter’s reading material. Then it occurs. “Don’t think too long,” he suggested.By the time I got back to Sparta, it was headed toward dark. I walked into my house and looked around. Nothing had changed, yet something was different. All the way home I had struggled with the decision that Michael wanted me to make. What he wanted me to decide was obvious. I just wasn’t sure that I wanted that kind of hassle. For the last three years I had worked on keeping a low profile by keeping the business known only to me. If I went the way Michael. It was the basement she knew so well,but the girl hanging from her wrists as she was whipped with a length of barbedwire was not her. It was my first ever victim, the oh-so-adorable schoolgirlAnna. She was 15 when I grabbed her as she did her paper round, and her abductionmade headlines around the country. Eventually the fuss died down, ironicallyjust as she died, down in the dungeon. Then there was tinylittle Chloe, gagged and tightly strapped over a bench with tears pouring downher face as a. The first time I saw you was just after a heated discussion with Lynne about Spring. Her kids cannot accept Spring and don't understand why I don't just send her away since she is not my real daughter. They are trying to force a terrible decision down my throat: abandon an innocent kid who has never harmed a fly or lose my chance at having the woman I adore. Lynne resents having to make the choice too because she likes Spring." I feel better knowing why you were upset when I came in, but.