Nowhere To Go

The taxi driver nodded sympathetically. He’d caught sight of the urn in her hands. Besides, the girl had just left a funeral parlour. He could infer what happened. ‘I’ll just drive in the general direction of downtown, then. Let me know once you have an address.’ Kira tried to think of a place her father would like. But Stamford wasn’t Leland Hewitt’s home. He’d only moved here for Kira. For him, home was Milton, but the town was more than two thousand kilometres away. Kira curled up in the backseat, hugging the urn to her chest. When her phone vibrated in her pocket, she took it out, ready to toss it out the window if Austyn was calling. But it wasn’t. Kira burst into tears the moment she answered the phone. ‘Giana!’ ‘Kira? Kira, is that you? What’s wrong?’ ‘My father…He’s gone…’ *** Kira sat on the sofa with her knees drawn up and the urn next to her. She refused to let it out of her sight. Giana came out of the kitchen, carrying a mug of hot chocolate. She set it down on a glass cof