8
Colt
After the loss of Hannah and then the trouble with Jacqueline, I thought I’d never fall in love for a second time.
That evening, I began to think again.
I’d paced the living room for half an hour. Gotten the whisky bottle out of the cupboard. Put it back again. Paced some more, then eventually climbed the stairs to see how Brie was getting on with Kiki. I hadn’t heard any doors slam, and I had to take that as a good sign.
I’d found them both sitting cross-legged on Kiki’s bed, Kiki in front of Brie as Brie gently combed through her mountain of curls. She was doing it properly too—Kiki’s hair was wet, and I could see the bottle of conditioner on the quilt next to them. The sight brought a lump to my throat, and I had to step back for a moment.
Brie had walked into our lives les
