Not Falling
Chapter 1
It didn't matter how much money I had inherited from Grandma, I still do not know who I am. All I have from her personal belongings is a little black book. She left it wrapped up on her bedside table ribbon-tied to a card with my name on it. I have been carrying that card around with me all morning. I finally thought that if I sat outside, in the quiet of nature, I may be able to read her letter.
