Kane’s POV
Mum’s eyes widen as she stares at me with concern. ‘Of what? Becoming him?’ she asks a little sharply.
I flinch but nod. ‘His blood runs in my veins,’ I mumble, voicing the fear that has plagued me for years. ‘I didn’t want to do to someone else, what he did to you and Aunt Sara, Aunt Amilie . . .’
Mum’s hand stretches across the wooden table, clasping my free hand as I look up at her. She looks across at me sternly. ‘You have your father in you Kane, I can’t pretend that you don’t. But so does Amber, Mary Louise, Bonnie and Myla, you all have certain traits that you inherited from him, but none of you are him.'
She shakes her head, as she looks at me compassionately. 'You may have your father’s love for hockey in you, you also have his eyes, but that doesn’t make you a copy
