Lucia; a young and beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her was shot dead protecting the biggest secret of her life.
Her three year old daughter, Kiara.
The circumstances of her death remain an unsolved case whilst Kiara is left without a...
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"Nooo." The three year old complained in protest.
Her tiny arms tightened around her father's neck like a python trapping it's prey, surprising him with her strength.
"What's wrong sunshine? We were just in the water outside. You have to wash the chlorine out of your pretty red hair baby." Kian tried to assure her whilst stroking her bare back soothingly and rocking her from side to side.
The action did nothing to loosen her death grip on him and his words flew straight over her head.
Her anxious father was none the wiser of the stressful memories playing on a loop in the toddler's mind from the one and only time she's ever had a shower instead of a bath in her life.
She was away from home for a night with her mother in a hotel room that had the world's smallest bathroom and a shower head that was practically right above the toilet seat.
Kiara was already being cranky since she was so out of routine and not at all used to being anywhere but her beloved flat with Lucia, her mam.
The idea of having her first shower instead of a bath had her whining in complaint and the experience itself had her screaming the hotel down in a rare tantrum.
The baby had gotten some shampoo in her eyes and it sent her over the edge.
Every day since, the child has refused to so much as step inside a shower and poor Kian is up for one hell of a surprise.
"No."
She responds stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest, leaning away from him.
Kian's eyes widen in shock and a pang of hurt hits his heart at her hostility.
This is his first glimpse of a protesting and borderline tantrum throwing Kiara and his heart is already racing at the thought of having to responsibly and maturely handle the situation in a way that will show her a fair amount of discipline but also love and fairness.
If only he had figured out that this could have been avoided if he used the bathroom with a bath tub over the one with just a shower.
"Kiara baby." He warns in a gentle tone.
"It'll be over in two seconds. The quicker you jump in and be a brave girl, the faster you'll be out." Kian tries to persuade her, using the same tone of voice he would have if he suggested taking her to the playground, but in vain.
Because when he tries to lift up the little girl and plonk her down her vice like grip on him returns and her arms tighten around his neck, cutting off his airways once again.
