It started the day I fell from the tree at Mormor’s cabin in Norway. The day I became blind in one eye.
I’m going to write it all down here, no matter how crazy it makes me sound. If I have a daughter one day, she deserves to know the truth –
The truth.
Why couldn’t Mum have just told me? The thought is like a knot in my brain, and the more I pick, the tighter it gets. If I had known, I could have done something and no one would have died. If she had told me, the horror of these past few days might never have happened.