An Inferior Copy Of Kira

Maxwell glanced back and forth between Kira and Mr Cane. He tried to figure out the relationship between the two. He heard the kids address Liam as Uncle. But what kind of uncle? Just a family friend or a relative? ‘The kids are, what, two, three inches taller now?’ Liam said to Kira. ‘They grow up so fast.’ Kira said nothing. ‘I’m missing out on such a large part of their lives,’ Liam complained. ‘You should let me see them more often.’ He was a veteran when it came to getting a woman’s heart, but a greenhorn at being a father. He wanted to observe, close up, how Kira raised her kids. Maybe he could learn something from her. But she always kept him at arm’s length. Maxwell’s mouth hung open. The way Mr Cane talked made it sound as if he was a father being denied visitation rights to the kids. Did this mean he was their dad? But the kids called him Uncle. What was going on here? Had he stumbled upon Mr Cane’s secret? The principal’s ears pricked up. Kira couldn’t help but roll her eyes