Chapter One

Blair headed up to the attic of La Boulai to go through her families old belongings. Starr wanted to give Hope her old baby blanket and Blair knew that she had kept it. She looked every where through the house and the only place left to search was the attic. It had been years since she had gone up to the attic, there was just never any need to go up there. She opened up the hatch and climbed up to the attic. The dank smell and cobwebs gave the tiny room an ominous presence. Blair spotted one of her family trunks and made her way over to that side of the attic. She looked through the chest and found the pink blanket that she had been looking for. She secured the trunk up and went to leave, but unfortunately the hatch was stuck.

"Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have shut that hatch." Blair swore under her breath. She was claustrophobic and she dreaded being shut in the tiny attic. Blair began to pound on the hatch and scream hoping that somebody was home to hear her. It was useless; nobody was home, after fifteen minutes of screaming herself hoarse. Blair gave up on getting out. She would have to wait until somebody got home.

The walls were beginning to close in and Blair was having a hard time breathing. She had to keep busy, to keep moving or she would lose control. Control was one thing that she refused to give up without a fight. She would not let the enclosing walls trap her. She could not just sit and wait for somebody to come home. She was going to get herself out of here. Blair got on her knees and looked for a loose floor board that she might be able to use to gain her freedom. It was getting harder to breathe and she knew that she was hyperventilating.

"You need to calm down. Relax. Breathe in and breathe out." Blair said to herself in hopes of calming her anxieties. After what seemed like an eternity, she found a loose floor board and she managed to pry it loose. Underneath the floor board there was a tiny compartment that held a shoe box. "That's strange, what could this be." Blair lifted it open and found a letter inside."

Blair's growing curiosity got the best of her and she opened up the sealed envelope and began to read:

"My dearest Margaret,

If you are reading this letter it means that I have died. I have begun this letter so many times, but was always torn on whether or not I should finish it. In the end I decided to write this to you and hope that it finds you in the event of my death. I regretfully need to inform you that the man that raised you as his own was not your biological father.

I was raped by a fellow co worker when I worked at St. Judes Institute. He was a psychiatrist on staff there. It was a terrible ordeal that I would not wish on anyone, but you were proof that good can be born out of evil. When I found out that I was pregnant with you I had all but given up on life. Please do not think that you were a curse, because you have always been my greatest blessing. I moved away to a town called Llanview and shortly after I met David Saybrook who agreed to raise you as his own and give you his name.

When I first arrived in Llanview I visited St. Anne's and I met with a patient by the name of Addie Cramer. Addie had previously been a resident of our hospital for several years. Before she was moved to St. Anne's she was pregnant and there was rumors circulating that she had been raped by a member of our staff. Her sister Dorian came and decided that it was best to move her to a hospital that was closer to her. Addie and I had a long conversation and she confided in me that the same man who raped me had also raped her years previous. She had a daughter by the name of Blair.

Blair is your half sister, and I was torn about telling you about her, but I decided that you were better off believing that David was your father. Addie and I kept in touch for a couple of years and she was gracious enough to keep quiet about your identity. Addie was released from St. Anne's for a couple of years, but eventually ended back at St. Anne's and unfortunately Blair was placed in Foster Care.

I am deeply sorry that I kept your sister from you and I hope that you can find her and that she will be able to fill the void that I know exists within you.

Love always,

Samantha Saybrook."

Blair dropped the letter to the floor. She couldn't believe it. She had always wanted a sister and she finds out now that Marty Saybrook, one of her greatest rivals was her half sister. Did Marty know that they were sisters? Had she seen this letter? If she did know, how come she had never said anything? Question after question came to Blair's mind. She folded the letter up and put it in her back pocket.