He sighed and shoved the diary into the drawer beside his bed. He didn’t know what he had expected. She was not psychic.
* * *
He woke up on the bed the following morning, fully dressed and with Wanda curled up beside him. When his mind cleared enough to figure what was going on, he saw Ciara in the doorway.
“Auntie Lizzie’s here,” she said. She looked well rested and had gotten changed since last night. Had she come home for the night? He had heard nothing.
“Right. Right,” he responded. Kyle sat up on the bed. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
“I need to feed Wanda,” Ciara explained. The dog was wagging her fluffy tail on the bed upon hearing her name. Kyle reached out and picked her up, placing the dog carefully on the floor. She happily followed Ciara out of the room.
Kyle got downstair
