Chapter EightPresent day
Kiera topped up her wine glass and looked at the clock. Ten minutes to go. Perhaps it would seem less depressing if she just went to bed and slept through it, but instead she sipped at her wine and stared at the clock. Her thoughts wandered but she didn't allow them to settle on anything, she just watched the hands and willed them to move faster.
In ten minutes I'll be twenty one. I'll raise a glass just like I promised and then I'll go to bed.
Her mind drifted back to a dreary hospital room and hovered over a promise to a dying man but she quickly pushed it aside. She took a deep breath and desperately tried to think of something positive, determined not to see her birthday in in tears, but nothing sprang to mind. She had done that a lot lately, tried to grab h
