Death has haunted me since I was girl. Perhaps it is the remnants of a curse that I carry with me or perhaps it is nothing more than life. Everyone surrounding me has their ideas about me and they all simply want me to move on.You might listen to this and think, “What a poor little rich girl, left with her father’s fortune.” But I never cared about the money. I just wanted answers and I had been waiting for as long as I could for my day of reckoning with the man who killed my parents. If someone had asked me how far I would go for that, I would have answered, “Simple. If I could, I would sell my soul to the Devil.”But no one ever considers that the Devil doesn’t want just any soul… however for the right soul, he’d do just about anything. So this is where I begin, but remember… this is just the middle.