CHAPTER 17
Kyle left his room lured out by the wonderful scent of roasting chicken, feeling slightly dizzy after having spent the last couple of hours on the PlayStation, delightfully engulfed by an alternative universe. He was relieved to have a day off from his cooking duties. It was Thursday, so Cassie was working, but Ciara had had a day off and made the most of her time by slaving away in the kitchen – not Kyle’s idea of a relaxing day, but then, women were strange like that.
He glanced at the clock on the hall wall – quarter to six. Taking a few steps down the stairs, he could hear Cassie’s voice from the kitchen, and a few steps later, he could make out the words.
“He talked about all these things, post-traumatic stress disorder, survivor’s guilt, all that…”
“Survivor’s guilt?”
