Funeral And Farewell

The meeting was overwhelming. After all this time, after all the twists and turns, I’d finally found my true family. It was more than just DNA. Richard’s love, the love of an uncle, was so pure, so unadulterated, it would take a heart of stone not to be moved. Before I could talk all this out with Kieran and try to process my feelings, he got a call. Beata had fallen seriously ill, for real this time. She wanted to see me. Two hours later, I walked into the VIP ward at Lisbern University Hospital. The last time I was here, Patrick was standing on the roof, threatening me with his own life. This time, someone else was dying. Beata was sitting up in bed, her face ashen. She seemed to have shrunken down a size since the last time we met, which was less than twenty-four hours ago. The deathly pallor on her face told me, she wasn’t faking it this time. Claire rose from a bedside chair. ‘Amiyah, thanks for coming.’ I nodded at her. She left the room with Kieran. I stood where I was, unsure o