Andrews Willow DeBeers #1 V.C. Andrews Copyright (c) 2002 ISBN: 0671039903 . Prologue . I walked hesitantly down the corridor to my sophomore English class at the University of North Carolina as if I already knew the trouble that awaited me. I could actually feel the increasing trembling in my body, the quickening of my heartbeat, and the spreading of the small patch of ice at the base of my spine. The moment I had awakened this morning. I sensed something was seriously wrong back home. It was as if a dark storm cloud had floated by earlier and had paused overhead long enough to rain a chill down into my heart. Almost as soon as I opened my eyes. I wanted to call Daddy, but I didn't. My boyfriend. Allan Simpson, a prelaw student, was fond of teasing me whenever I had what my Portuguese nanny. Isabella Martino, used to call the dreads-- dark, ominous feelings that moved up your spine like mercury in a thermometer. "I can't believe you let a superstitious old woman affect you like that," he said.
