With time Haddie realised her uncanny abilities only triggered in certain areas - dark areas. Once a cheerful and social child, Haddie walled herself off to the world. Her unexpected screams earned her the nickname “Helly Haddie”, only adding to her alienation and anguish. Apparitions tormented her in class, at home, in bed. She began to see things nobody else could see horrible, unnatural, unexplainable things. But the trauma of losing her parents seemed to unlock something within her. Despite the enormous loss, Haddie was again surrounded with love: the love her adoptive parents had for their son, Jordan, and the love the three had for her. The Rois took Haddie in, doing their best to fill the hole left by her parents. The next morning, she woke up with white hair and a question that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
But Haddie was old enough to know the police were just being kind. As Haddie's fever broke, the police arrived at her doorstep telling her that they had not suffered. It would be two days before their bodies were found trapped in the vehicle. Driving through the winding, snow-swept roads of rural Quebec, Rajan lost control of the car, skidding into an icy, gnarled forest. When Haddie called her parents to say she felt sick, they left in a hurry. Her earliest memories were filled with stories of India and on her tenth birthday her parents promised to visit Punjab just after the new year.ĭuring the holiday season, her parents went to a party with their closest friends, Marise and Francois Rois. Her house constantly swirled with the wonderful aromas of cumin, chillies, masala, cardamom and fresh, steaming naan pulled from a tandoor oven. Her father, Rajan Singh, found remarkable success with a catering business in the small, Quebecoise town. Her mother, Professor Basant Kaur, moved across the world to teach agricultural science at a university in Trois-Rivières, Quebec. Haddie spent her youth in a household brimming with love.
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