time they claimed they were making a cake for their mothers. Instead, they covered a piece of sponge in frosting and told Luna she could have the first bite. Their mothers had scolded both the boys and made a proper cake instead for Luna who had been upset.
Boys , she thought to herself. Right, enough with the trip down memory lane. It’s time to get on with something .
Swallowing what remained of her tea, Luna forced herself in the direction of her father’s study. Adjacent to the formal dining room, this was her father’s private study. Although looking at it now it appeared that her mother’s books had begun to take over.
The study was full of bookcases, each one overrun with books, folders and boxes full of papers. Nothing seemed to be in any order. This is going to take forever , Luna moaned to herself. No wonder Michael suggested I do it .
Her father’s desk stood by the window, providing the best views of the woods as well as being able to see who was coming up the drive. Her father’s laptop was shut, a folder sat next to it. A framed photo of her, Michael and their parents outside the Louvre from two years ago stood to one side. A quick glance showed nothing interesting apart from some bank statements. Rummaging through the drawers of the desk showed nothing either apart from a collection of paperclips, staples and pens.
Luna moved onto the bookcase. Her mother had amassed a large collection of paperbacks on the supernatural, the crumbled covers indicating they had been well-read over the years. A number of animal books were positioned all over, most of them on wolves and other large creatures. Luna wondered if they were Michael’s.
After half an hour of searching, she finally uncovered the paperwork she was looking for. The life insurance policies and their wills were located at the back of a folder. According to the will, everything was to be divided between Michael and Luna with the exception of the contents locked away in the safe.
What is in the safe and why is it left for Michael ? She wondered. Chastising herself for the moment of jealousy, Luna started looking around the room for the safe. It certainly wasn’t in plain sight. A large oil painting stood on the far wall, a pack of wolves trekking through the woods at night, a blanket of snow covering the ground. Delicate flakes of snow falling from the heavens. It wasn’t signed; instead a small wolf’s paw was positioned at the bottom. Carefully, Luna pulled the edge of the painting away from the wall.
“Yes,” she smiled in triumphant. The safe was behind it, an old fashioned type which required someone to dial the right combination. Luna supposed she could ask Michael for the combination but instead she attempted to locate it by herself. However, thirty minutes later and she was still no closer to finding out what was stored away in the safe.
As she was closing the lid to yet another box, an open notebook caught her eye. Her mother’s handwriting jumped out at her, the delicate and elegant style easily recognisable from all the years her mother had written to her whilst she was at school.
It appeared to be diary entry. Luna hadn’t been aware that her mother had kept a journal. There was so much that she didn’t know.
Luna paused before reading it. Would it be wrong to read the intimate thoughts of someone, especially those of a family member? Taking a deep breath, she sat back on her legs and started reading.
Most of it was how her parents met, how their relationship grew, falling in love and the romantic way her father proposed. Near the back, however, was another entry her mother had written after they had married.
It was dated to when her mother was pregnant.
Today I told George that we are pregnant. It feels strange, almost surreal, that there is a life growing inside my body. He was so happy, he picked me up, spun me around the room and then realised he needed to be gentle with me so quickly sat me down on the couch. It was