6
Thanks to Dad’s call to Kyle and Connor, and the order to meet us earlier, the supermarket restaurant bordered on empty. Only three patrons utilised the space, none of them near our spot, which allowed the four of us an element of privacy in our discussion. As I sipped on my latte, I leaned over the map of Shropshire on the table between us.
With his head lowered, Kyle’s ginger hair and broad shoulders replicated his Dad beside him. Their resemblance came almost as close as that between us Holloway men. Our dark hair all matched. If not for my and Sean’s eyes following the darkness of Mum’s, instead of Dad’s blue, we’d have passed for a family of clones.
Once Dad had relayed our conversation with Jess, and the information she’d learned from the local non-humans, Kyle’s head lifted to
