Vanishing Act Ch 01
1 It all began, and I say this with a small sense of irony, on a dark stormy night. Doesn’t everything of any importance always happen on a dark and stormy night? I don’t know if that’s true, but all the important events followed from that dark winter snow swept night in December last year. I was just seventeen on that night. My mom was particularly drunk and as a consequence very irritable. Well, volatile might have been a better way to put it. Bitchy and mean might have been an even better...