Chapter NineKiera twiddled her fingers as she sat down on the settee next to Kitto, suddenly feeling awkward and nervous about the conversation ahead of her. She couldn’t imagine what Kitto could possibly have to say about a woman who died so long ago that Kiera had no memories of her.
“What do you know about your mum?” Kitto asked. “Do you remember her?”
She shook her head. “I was a baby when she died. Dad didn’t really like talking about her, I think he found it too painful, so I never pushed it, even though I was obviously curious. I do know that she played tennis and that she loved reading. Dad told me he met her at a shopping centre because she tripped down the escalator and landed on him.”
Kiera chuckled softly and leaned back into the settee. Talking about her parents was both pa
