The Curious Swan

It was a simple moment at the beginning of summer. Klara was sprawled out on the couch flipping through her favorite novel and wafting away her great-grandmothers smoke when all of a sudden she hastily closed the book and spoke. Sometimes I think Father just doesnt understand that Im not a child anymore. But the truth is Im not. Im growing into a woman and a sophisticated one at that. And just because I love childrens literature and the worlds within my novels doesnt mean Im detached from the real one she huffed.Cordelia had smiled to herself. Klaras world was by no means small but it was simple and had always been filled with characters from novels--epic romances spanning the seas forests filled with honey bears and skies with children who could fly. Their estate and Klaras mind has always been filled with stories. In many ways her life was as open as a partially-read book. Ready for the pages to be turned in any direction and at any speed.And that was what Cordelia wished for in that moment. That the pages would start turning for Klara. That Klara would start living her own story.But that wish was made in naivety.It was made before Edward came into Klaras life. Before Klaras father returned to the estate. Before Klaras mothers death rose back into her memory. And before Cordelia herself found her great-granddaughter at her own birthday party heaved over in a pile broken. Broken by a boy. Broken by her father. And broken from within. Its amazing how only a few short months can change everything for a young girl.Cordelia glanced back at Klara the youthful and glowing girl still untainted by life. By men. But we mustnt get ahead of ourselves so lets return to the beginning. To where it all started.And that was with Eddie.