As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
"Is it hard sometimes?"
"Is what hard, lambkin?"
"Thinking of that Grace lady?"
Tommy stopped writing. Wherever he went, so did Kizzie. Just like it was before; it was perfect. And right now, they were in his office. Kizzie sat at the couch, sketching and humming while Tommy busied himself with paperwork. He refused to let her be without him.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because she hurt you. And you really liked her. She was a good friend."
Tommy smiled despite the pain in his chest. "She was, Kizzie."
"Would you ever be her friend again? I liked her, but then she did what she did to hurt you. But maybe if she apologized, it would be better."
"Would it make you happy if we were together again?"
"If you're happy I'm happy, Tommy."
He wasn't happy...not really. Kizzie had her worst meltdown because of seeing Tommy almost die. And he did miss Grace. But he fought the temptation to reach out to her. Nothing good would come of it. Only pain.
Thankfully, he didn't need to respond. Kizzie was distracted with her art. And with sharing space with her brother again.
The police reports on his desk did little to soothe his mood. The Mad Baker was just that—fucking mad as hell. But Tommy saw the truth in his eyes; someone had been taking children. None of the reports so far indicated Gypsies. Or disappearances within Birmingham. He promised Solomons he'd have an update on their next meeting, which was very soon.
Did the man also have a family he kept close to his heart? A sister he'd march through the trenches again for? Did she anchor him to the earth and if he lost her, would he delve into a madness that rivaled the Devil?
His office door opened. Polly's smile ate her entire face.
"I need to borrow Kizzie."
"Okay."
"Wait." Tommy halted her with a hand in the air. "Why?"
"Christ, Thomas, we're not going far! Not even out the house. I want to introduce her to Michael."
"Who's Michael?"
"Your cousin, lambkin."
"I don't have a cousin named Michael." She knew every name of every member of her family, even if she couldn't stand being in the same room as most of her nieces and nephews. They were too small. Too little and too demanding of attention.
"Up until a few days ago, you didn't, Kizzie," Polly told her. "But thanks to Tommy, my son is back."
