I woke up to banging on the bedroom door. "Miss S has been calling you for the past hour. Get downstairs!" Someone shouted. It was one of the twins. Miss S was the carer. Her full name was Miss Samuals but she always gets called Miss S. I ignored the girl and went back to sleep. I didn't have the energy to get up.

It was about an hour later when someone else started pounding on my door. Miss S had decided it was time for me to get up. "Alice, get up and come down for some lunch please." She said. I ignored her. "Alice, we've found your father." I quickly sat up and unlocked the bedroom door.

"What?" I asked in disbelievement.

"We found your birth certificate and your father's name is on there. Get changed, have a shower then come to my office." I did as I was told.

After I was cleaned, I went down to Miss S's office. "So, who is he?" I asked.

"His name is Sherlock Holmes. He's a detective from London, so not too far, and he's been called in for a meeting." Miss S explained.

"Why?"

"Because he's your parent and now your guardian." I put my head in my hands and sighed. I didn't want anything to do with him but now I didn't have a choice. "When's the meeting?"

"Today at four." So four hours away. Great.

I spent the rest of the day in my room thinking. I didn't want to be with this man. He's never tried to make contact or find us. He's never send cards for Christmas or birthdays. I didn't even know what he looked like. I didn't want anything to do with him.

Finally, four o'clock came and I was called down to the living room where I waited for this Sherlock to turn up. I didn't bother to dress up nice for him. I just wore jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie. Nothing special.

Miss S knocked on the door. "He's here." She said. I nodded and slumped more into the sofa. She opened the door further and revealed my father.