CHAPTER FIFTY: ADELAIDE MARCH:
PRESENT DAY
I came out of the haze of images the magic mirror had shown me. It had stopped so abruptly, I felt like I was being jerked back. I stared at Bradley, uncertain what to think of what I had just seen.
“Well?” he said.
“It’s only half there,” I said, “what happened? After she went onto Hook’s ship?”
He sighed. “That’s the part that gets a bit complicated. We don’t know. We didn’t hear from her all summer, but somewhere along the way, I got a message from her.” He went to his desk, rummaged through it, and pulled out a letter with Emma’s handwriting.
Send help, please. -Emma
“Something changed between them?” I asked.
He nodded. “She refused to tell me what, but she was very vehement that she didn’t want to stay with Hook any longer. Hoo
