Adventurous twelve-year old Brooksie discovered a hidden room in her grandparent’s attic. She opened up an old hat box and found her mother’s favorite childhood doll wrapped up inside. Brooksie’s great-grandfather sent it from Alaska and it was believed to have burned in the trash pile years ago. After showing it to her father, he takes it from her. A few days later he was murdered and the doll becomes a faded memory until it reappeared six years later after a freak accident. What was it about the doll that people kept hiding it? Could finding the doll have played a part in her dad’s murder? If the doll had remained hidden would he still be alive? Brooksie and her best friend Darlene delve deep into the doll mystery which has them learning about a past that Brooksie never knew existed. Along the way, Brooksie’s thirst for adventure and acceptance has the girls stumbling on the edge of danger. What shocking family secrets might she find and could they change her life? Will she finally understand why God made her so different from the rest of her family and will it draw her closer to Him? Can Brooksie finally accept who she is?
You better hurry, the storm’s almost here.” While holding her pinky up, Grandma Emma, Brooksie’s great-great grandmother on her mother’s side, took a sip of sweet tea. She was always the Southern lady. Every Sunday she wore gloves and one of her many hats to church.
Brooksie stood at the edge of the carport and scanned the darkening sky. The wind picked up the edges of her hair. “Bye Grandma.” She dashed off toward her home next door as thunder rumbled in the distance.
Running up the front porch steps, she saw her father’s car sitting in the driveway behind their house. He didn’t call her after he got home. Could she really blame him? She hadn’t spoken much to him since he took the doll she found away from her last week. He refused to tell her why he did it, even though she was twelve years old and not a little girl anymore. What was the big deal about a little doll?
She jerked the front door handle, but it was still locked. “Daddy are you in there?” There was no response. “Daddy?” All of the lights were off inside the house and she couldn’t hear the TV. Her daddy always had the TV on.
“I’m coming Daddy.” She dug her key out of her jean pocket. A loud bang caused her to jump. The key fell from her hand. The last time she heard that noise, she hadn’t shut the back door all the way closed and the wind had blown it open to slam against the house.
Did he run out real quick and just forget to shut it? There was one way to find out. She stepped out into the rain. Large drops splattered on her nose and scalp sending cold chills down her back.
“Daddy?” Thunder rumbled as if it was answering her call.
Her heart pounded with each step as she made her way to the back of the house. Rain was coming down so hard now that she had to put her hand over her eyes to see where she was going.
Rounding the back of the house, she saw the back door swinging in the wind. She stepped inside and shut it. The wind howled around the corner of the house, sounding like a low moan. She locked the door and heard the moan again, but this time it was different.
“Are you here Daddy?” She wiped the water from her eyes and walked forward a few steps. “Yikes.” She stumbled over something and slammed into the wall. Slowly her eyes focused onto something big lying on the floor in front of her room.
“Daddy!” He was lying in a pool of blood and blue paint swirls. Blue paint dripped out of the small can still clutched in his left hand. When she turned him over, blood gushed out of a hole in his chest. In his eyes she saw pain and fear. He opened his mouth and made a gurgling sound, then his whole body went limp.
“Don’t leave me Daddy,” she begged. “I’m going to get help.” Standing up, she noticed the destruction of her room.
Brooke Cox is an old tomboy who loves to have fun and adventure. Being like everybody else isn’t her cup of tea.
October 12, 2015 Brooke and her husband celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary in Florida and renewed their vows on the beach.
Brooke and Tim were high school sweethearts. She knew the moment she saw Tim, he was the one God intended for yer.
They have one daughter, Sara and a miniature dachshund who thinks he’s their other child.
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