Home At Last

I could sort of understand Zane’s about-turn in attitude. While we met in Landon’s bed-and-breakfast, Zane had a rather supercilious air about him as if he was better than me. He probably pegged me as an out-of-work housewife looking for some excitement. In a way, he was right. But I was looking for my husband instead of excitement. I bet it humbled him to know the real identities of Kingsley and Kieran, hence his nervousness at the table. Kingsley smiled placidly. ‘Relax, we are all friends here. Amiyah and I owe you a huge debt of gratitude, in fact. If not for your photos, we wouldn’t have located Kieran so soon.’ Kingsley produced a card from his wallet. ‘If you need help in the future, give me a call. My door’s always open to friends.’ Zane took the card with both hands. Kingsley was obviously in a good mood. He could make anyone feel at ease if he wanted to, as I could testify. Landon chimed in, ‘I would like to say thank you as well. Amiyah’s a dear friend. You helped her, which