Now I was armed with Kitty's address.

I went to a nearby shop with the address burned into my memory, there I asked the shopkeeper to help me to find a way to get there.

Luckily for me it wasn't far, fewer than 5 miles from Atlanta. I could catch a bus there and then walk the rest of the way.

I couldn't wait to get there, I was filled with curiosity.

At last the bus reached the correct stop and I hastily asked the driver where the street was, he told me quickly before the doors shut and he headed on his way again.

Looking furtively over my shoulder I quickly walked to the correct house.

I noticed that in this area of town all the houses had a sameness, each house I walked past looked just like the last, even in colour.

I was surprised to learn that Kitty was now living in a house that from the front looked so ordinary – so indistinguishable from all the others.

I looked at the 2 – storey home nestled in a landscaped garden and felt disbelieving – again, how could Kitty have afforded all this?

She didn't grow up poor like me but she had never done well in school either, the only thing I could assume is that she had stolen or inherited money.

I tucked my hair behind my ears and looking around casually I walked into the yard towards the house.

I looked in through the first floor windows; from the back of the house I could see into the garage – I could see many tools. Garden tools and electrical equipment, room enough for 2 cars. I looked up thoughtfully. Hmm she must be married.

I looked through the other windows and saw a nice bathroom – very clean looking with a sparkling bathtub and colourful ceramics displayed on every available counter.

I saw another room with boxes and cupboards with 3 television sets on top of tables, a small wooden chair sat in one corner.

I looked around the yard and saw the flowerbeds and trees – everything looked perfect.

I sat on the lawn and thought for a moment. Kitty was doing very well from what I had so far seen and she had been for some time. Surely that must make her happy? Surely she had grown and changed at least a bit?

God, what a woman she must be – to have everything and to still be torn inside. To be so unhappy. To be envious of people with so little.

It was difficult to imagine.

I needed to think, think about how best to please her, to make her happy in the short term so that she would reveal the secrets surrounding the whereabouts of my children.

So she wouldn't reveal my secrets to Luke.

I got up, I decided to go home, I could still get back in time to cook dinner. I picked up my purse and headed up the driveway.

Suddenly I spotted the letterbox.

Of course I should double check to make sure that this was the right house I thought to myself, besides you never knew what else I might find I thought with uncharacteristic wickedness.

Slowly I went over and opened it up, I was in luck, there were 3 letters inside. One was addressed to Kitty herself Kitty Dennison, so I knew then that this was the right house and I now had further proof that she was married.

The next one was addressed to Calhoun Dennison – I guessed that he must be her husband. I felt a thrill to know something about Kitty which I had learned all by myself, something that may come in handy for me later. I congratulated myself and smiled. Then I looked at the final letter and stared in disbelief.

The letter was to Heaven from Tom.