Trent was watching when Vera and Karen, each carrying a lit candle in a holder, left the kitchen and started up the spiral staircase to the loft. “At least she’s in good hands, now,” he said to Mick.
“The best. Vera was like a second mother to me and Adele after Mom died. I’m not sure how we’d have turned out without her. I mean, yeah, we were adults when it happened, and I’d already moved out, but she still made it her business to keep us on the straight and narrow even after Adele left home once she finished college.”
“Didn’t do so well on the straight part in your case,” Trent quipped.
“Not that you mind.”
“Not in the least.” Trent kissed him, not at all concerned that there were other people in the living room with them. They weren’t paying attention to him and Mick, anyway, becaus
