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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Even I don't know what's going on with me anymore.
She hasn't been super edited.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Ozzy heard everything secondhand.
He was sleeping when the family returned home. Didn't see the blood on Tommy, or the rage and fear in everyone's eyes. Ozzy was grateful.
"This is to be read to Kizzie when I depart," Tommy told him. Ozzy was the first to be seen this morning.
No one had spoken to Tommy since the funeral. And every night, he slept out in the fields. Ozzy could see a dying fire each morning from his window.
Ozzy took the folded letter. "Understood, sir."
"I have business to take care of."
"Yes, sir."
He paused his writing and briefly looked at Ozzy. "How is she?"
"She asks about you... Every day."
There was the slightest tremble to his fingers. "Is she eating?"
"Yes, sir. Miss Ada makes sure."
The entire family resided in the manor since the night of Grace's death. To assist in running things in Tommy's place. But, Ozzy assumed, to also make sure he didn't hurt himself.
Meanwhile, Kizzie painted in her room, or visited the horses, hoping for a chance to see Tommy ride in with Dangerous. But she was never an early riser. Ozzy knew that Tommy visited Kizzie early in the morning, before he went back out into the fields. Always before she showed signs of waking.
There was a haunted look in his eyes. None he loved had died under his watch and protection. And despite past dangers, Kizzie was never truly at Death's door. This was going to be a tidal wave for the family and its associates. Once Tommy returned to a rightful state of mind, Ozzy worried about the impact it would have on Kizzie. The rope wrapped around her neck was going to tighten tenfold.
"Bring in Polly and Michael."
Ozzy stood. "Yes, sir."
Every Shelby eye was on him as he exited the office.
"He wants to see Miss. Polly and Michael Gray."
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Kizzie played with her food.
Like a baby, or stupid person.
She was a baby to her family and a stupid person to people and herself. But she couldn't snap out of it. Her fingers around the fork twirled the spaghetti around and around and over the chicken and against the ceramic plate. No sauce. Just butter and shreds of sharp parmesan cheese.
