SARAH WALLACE,

age twelve, had arrived two years earlier from Edinburgh, Scotland. From a wealthy family, she had led a privileged life before her parents died in a suspicious automobile accident. She didn’t have any relatives, except for a greedy uncle who only wanted the money, so she was shipped around to a few places and finally ended up at Weatherly. She had long, sandy blond hair, hypnotic hazel eyes and an infectious laugh.

SARAH WALLACE,

age twelve, had arrived two years earlier from Edinburgh, Scotland. From a wealthy family, she had led a privileged life before her parents died in a suspicious automobile accident. She didn’t have any relatives, except for a greedy uncle who only wanted the money, so she was shipped around to a few places and finally ended up at Weatherly. She had long, sandy blond hair, hypnotic hazel eyes and an infectious laugh.