Part 9

We waited around for days, Getting phone calls from the police and hoping that it was some good news... but it never was. Everyone was feeling terrible. There was no laughter or smiles anymore... the only time i left the house was to go to my music lessons, as it was the only thing that came me and comfort, and id play my guitar hearing her beautiful voice in my head singing with me.

Dad was affected worse of all. He stopped talking and would spend hours in her room, rocking back and forth singing quietly to himself. Regardless of everything that happened he still had a fantastic voice. It was sad that he couldnt use it professionally anymore. Im not even sure he was suppose to sing like that, but he did. He'd cuddle her pillow, lay out her clothes on her bed... play her tapes of relaxation, whale music and dolphin calls... What made it worse is that he wouldnt talk to anyone about it... Not even uncle Rich and they talked about everything and anything.

A week went by and the mood just got worse. One night we sat down to eat dinner, as we did, silently. And we went into the lounge room to watch TV. We were watching Good News Week with Andrew Denton and a news update came on.

"The body of a young girl was found buried in a mound of rubbish at the local Tip. She is assumed to be approximatly 12 years old. Police are looking for any information on her murder. More on that story tonight"

part 10